Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 461

"When you have a flare-up, aside from the skin tearing and the pain, do you experience any other symptoms? Like fever, fatigue, or mucosal damage?"

"I get exhausted a lot. Like when I was reading just now—my brain wanted to keep studying, but my body just gave out," Ethan said frankly. "The inside of my mouth and throat tear up too. It hurts to eat or drink anything, and sometimes I run a low-grade fever when it's really bad. The local doctor said it's from the wounds getting infected. Whenever my skin tears severely, my whole body burns like I've been scalded by boiling water."

Hearing this, Willow's heart sank slightly. She pressed on with a core question for their clinical research, "Over the years, have you noticed any patterns to the flare-ups? Like, under what conditions is your condition relatively stable? Are there any specific triggers you can clearly identify?"

"I have," Ethan replied, his eyes incredibly serious. "If I don't stay up late, avoid intense exercise, don't sweat too much, and keep my emotions steady, the flare-ups happen a lot less. The moment I get anxious, sad, or move around a bit too much, my body reacts immediately. I can't run, I can't jump, I can't even laugh too hard. Any sudden movements will tear my skin. With this disease, it's like I'm not allowed to have emotions or energy."

The words were spoken lightly, but they masked over a decade of silent torment. A teenage boy should have been running wild, laughing and roughhousing with his friends. Instead, from the moment he could remember, he had lived in cautious confinement, forced to coexist with fragile skin and endless pain for the rest of his life.

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