He trembled uncontrollably.
Both hands slammed on the snow-white quilt, "She is telling the truth. After so many years, our brother has searched almost all over the country, even abroad..."
He shook his head desperately, "There is no news, no trace, as if, as if she had disappeared from this world."
The feeling of suffocation in his chest made him breathe in pain with his mouth wide open.
"What should I do, she is gone, what should I do?"
Mo Qianliu grabbed Mark by the sleeve, "You know, I live hard to meet her again. If I live hard and still can't see her, then what's the point of being alive and being alive..."
His body twitched suddenly, and his expression became painful.
Mark finally stopped being indifferent and held his hand, "She is not dead."
Thousands of words can't match these words.
These words are Mo Qianliu's salvation.
He raised his head sharply, "What did you say?"
Mark said, "A few of your brothers are very capable. If your sister dies, there won't be no information at all. It is most likely that she was adopted by a rich man."
He changed his tone and said, "This rich man was afraid that her relatives would find it, so he deliberately erased all traces, making you mistakenly think that she doesn't care anymore."
Judging from Mo Qianliu's expression, he was almost convinced by these words.
Mo Qianliu said anxiously: "Really? But, if she was trafficked..."
"Even if she is caught by a trafficker, she will save herself. You said that your sister is very smart and very smart. Would such a smart kid be deceived obediently?"
Mo Qianliu's cold body slowly recovered his intuition.
"Yes, you are right. We Qianluan is very smart. She will definitely find a way to escape."
"correct."
Mark wiped off his short moustache, and sighed that he was quick-witted, "After she escaped, she went into the orphanage and was picked away by a rich man."
"No, she will definitely contact her home as soon as she ran away. She knows the home phone number."
Mark: "She is injured. After all, she is only five years old, and she is already fine when she escapes."
Mo Qianliu's pale face nodded, "You are right, after all, she is only five years old... She was adopted by well-wishers, and your guess is correct..."
If ordinary people look at him like this, they must think that he accepts Mark's guess and calms down.
But only Mark, a psychiatrist, knows that he is still in a very bad state.
The words that persuaded him just now were what he thought of temporarily.
But the guess is after all a guess, and he personally is more inclined to guess that he has been killed.
Because the god of luck will only come to individual people.
Most of us are pushed away by fate.
Mark shrugged, and the patient looked a little bit sentimental.
Looking up at Mo Qianliu, he leaned on the bed and squinted his eyes, returning to the state he had when he first came in.
Mark looked at him deeply.
Talking about this topic with him just now was also to test his condition.
His conscious time is getting shorter and shorter, and almost mentioning the topic of "sister" can make people sick.
If this continues, it is one aspect of life that he cannot take care of himself, and he will be swallowed up by hallucinations and the past.
The worst result is either death or madness...
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Mo Luan opened his eyes abruptly, and a rapid cell phone ringing came from his ear.
She exhaled, her consciousness still not completely removed from the dream.