Am I Mentally Ill?

Their mouths opened and closed, but Song Yaoyao's ears were filled with buzzing sounds. She shook her head, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier...

Her body began to fall.

Plop—

Song Yaoyao fell into a cold, dark, and deep sea. Those people seemed to be standing on the surface of the water, anxiously calling her name. The scene was distorted across the water.

In the end, Song Yaoyao's memory stopped on a kind and compassionate face.

Sigh—

A sigh was heard along with the chanting of scriptures.

"Nun..."

...

Song Yaoyao's heart hurt, and she woke up trembling.

The man put a coat over her shoulders and gently stroked her hair. "You're awake?"

"Gege..."

Song Yaoyao blinked her eyes slowly. "I think I had a dream..."