Chen Lizhou carefully recalled those experiences he deliberately forgot, ones he never discussed in detail with anyone—including Nan Zhubin.
After so long in counseling, Chen Lizhou immediately understood that what he felt at the time was actually mild dissociation.
That state was like being a bystander, watching his own life yet unable to participate in it.
"Hiss—hoo, hiss—hoo—"
In a corner Chen Lizhou wasn't paying attention to, as those memories surfaced, his breathing gradually became forceful and rapid.
But he seemed oblivious, merely straining to remember.
The sudden clarity of the memories and the sensitivity of his body finally allowed him, after an unknown span of time, to tear a small hole in the thin membrane that kept him isolated from life.
"Hiss—hoo, hiss—hoo—" Chen Lizhou pressed against his chest, feeling something seemingly brewing powerfully within.
At the same time, his mind started to churn more intensely, throwing out a few images.
