Mu Chudi touched his nose and felt the man's strong displeasure. She also felt helpless.

Feels like you were shot lying down.

She didn't even know what was going on.

"I'm quite healthy, but I don't really need..."

"I'm mild, clever, well-behaved, and I've made no mistakes, but I'm shooting to save people, I don't feel safe afterwards, and I'm afraid of blackness."

Men with Mu Chudi's medical record, quickly underground judgment, "traumatic sequelae."

Close the medical record.

"Come on, look at the third stage."

Mu Chudi's face was slightly white with his firm eyes.

Did he find her a psychiatrist?

She thought he didn't care.

After all, he behaved...