For several days, the intense, almost torturous treatments left Ethan with frequent headaches. However, amid the pain, a person slowly began to appear in his mind—the happy me, the shy me, the crying me.He saw me when he returned home from the office, my gentle features bathed in warm light. He remembered me at the amusement park, shyly curling into his arms, and the mischievous me he had spoiled, bold enough to tease him. He even saw me during the car accident, bloodied, scared, and trembling as he held me protectively.And yet… why had that accident happened? Every time he tried to dig deeper into the memory, sharp pain would stab at his head.He returned to the consultation room and reported his progress to the psychiatrist, then lay back on the hospital bed, waiting for the hypnotherapy. His consciousness slowly drifted, as if walking down a narrow path. On either side of the path, pure white avalanche roses hung from every tree—my favorite flower.Back when he hadn’t yet
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