The rain was still falling. No one knew when it would stop.
Starry got changed and drove away from the villa.
Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a psychiatric clinic.
Starry got out of the car with an umbrella, she didn't have an appointment, but the receptionist knew her. "Ms. Bradley."
Starry nodded, "Is Doctor Atkins busy at the moment?"
The receptionist nodded, "Yes, I am afraid you'll have to wait for a moment in the reception room!"
"Okay."
Starry followed the receptionist to the reception room, and as she passed Doctor Atkins's office, she glanced inside, but her view was blocked by a screen.
"Ms. Bradley, I'll bring you some tea."
It wasn't the first time that Starry had been here, so almost everyone in the clinic knew her. But she hadn't been here for more than two years, and now here she was again, it was obviously not a good thing.
Thinking of this, the receptionist looked at Starry with a little pity.
No one would like to see a beautiful girl suffer. Yet those who came here often all had some sort of struggles.
Starry waited quietly in the reception room. Next to her was a woman with her daughter. The woman was combing the girl's hair, and the girl looked ahead, her eyes sluggish.
Starry immediately withdrew her gaze and lowered her head, looking at the lines of her palms, feeling chaotic yet calm.
Twenty minutes later, the receptionist came in and called out to her, "Ms. Bradley, it's your turn."
"Okay, thanks."
Starry got up and walked to Doctor Atkins's office.
The two hadn't seen each other in two years. Starry hadn't changed much, Doctor Atkins had cut her hair short. Her dressing style had also changed.
"Ms. Bradley, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Doctor Atkins."
The two greeted each other like friends, but the relationship between the two was way complicated.
"I had wished that I won't see you here again."
Doctor Atkins spoke first.
Starry smiled helplessly, "I can't sleep well lately."
"Can't sleep well or can't sleep?"
"Both."
Doctor Atkins looked at Starry. "You don't look very well. Didn't you sleep last night?"
"I did, but only for four hours."
"It's not too bad."
Starry pursed her lips, "I'm starting to dream about him again."
Hearing her words, Doctor Atkins's hand holding the pen paused. "Have you met someone recently?"
"Yes, an old friend."
Doctor Atkins pursed her lips, "Who?"
"Jackie."
"You didn't mention this person before."
Starry looked at the pen in her hand and replied softly, "I know."
Doctor Atkins raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.
Starry paused for a few seconds. "She went abroad half a year after Sebastian's accident. If she didn't come back, I probably won't think of her."
She didn't want to think of her either.
"How's your mood lately? How is your book? "
Seeing that Starry didn't look right, Doctor Atkins changed the subject.
Starry's head hurt a little. She rubbed her temple. "Well, not really good, the book neither."
Doctor Atkins got up and poured Starry a glass of warm water. "It seems that you are not in a very good condition."
Starry was a special patient who never avoided talking about her pain. Every time she came, she will take the initiative to talk. She didn't need questions.
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