"Ah!" A scream ca from the second bedroom. Qian put down her cup and walked into the room, seeing Weiwei sitting on the bed, drenched in cold sweat.
"iwei! He’s there, he’s right there!" Weiwei pointed in horror to a corner of the room.
Qian went over to hold her, gently patting her.
"It’s okay, it was just a dream."
Weiwei was experiencing a flashback. After being hurt, a normal person might repetitively recall the past trauma in their mind for a period. During this ti, Weiwei not only had nightmares but sotis scread when others touched her. These were all reactions of flashbacks.
Won who have been victims of violence, especially those who are quite young, often remain in a state of depression or numbness for a long ti. If professional psychological counseling is not promptly provided, this trauma can linger with them for a lifeti.
It might even affect their future marriage. Qian had seen many such cases: won who, in adulthood, feel nothing in their married life with their husbands, harboring hostility and defensiveness towards n, unable to open their hearts to the world, because there’s a voice deep inside them constantly reminding them how full of harm the world is.
"iwei, I feel so painful living... as soon as I close my eyes, he’s there. He hits , makes feel so dirty..."
"Baby, this is not your fault."
Qian used the term "baby" for her, a particular intervention thod used by psychologists for such patients. When Qian called her "baby," Weiwei’s eyes turned red.
"It’s my fault. It would be better if I wasn’t born. If only so other uncle had adopted , none of this would have happened. It’s all my fault..."
Denial of one’s existential value, this is another unique psychological trait in won who have been hard.
Qian initially thought that treating this as a case of depression with sand tray therapy would suffice, but didn’t expect that depression was just the tip of the iceberg. Underneath lay so many unknown secrets.
It seed like a change in treatnt approach was necessary.
Now, Weiwei needed to vent her fears regarding this incident, or else this fear would turn inward, halting the treatnt of her depression and potentially developing into other ntal illnesses.
Seeing Weiwei in such a state, Qian felt no sympathy whatsoever for the tragic fate that might befall that beastly man.
Everyone thinks that physical harm is the most frightening, but who understands how painful the scars on the soul can be?
For instance, if soone hits you out of the blue while walking on the street, the visible wound will eventually scar after treatnt. But dealing with assault isn’t just physical harm; the most terrifying part is the ntal and societal slander, with societal slander coming from the outside but ntal scars left for oneself.
A person’s heart is hurt—it can’t be seen or touched, and only the individual knows about it. One can only let that wound deep inside fester and beco incurable. Can ti heal everything?
So wounds can, but so cannot. Without professional intervention, the psychological trauma soone like Weiwei experiences might never heal.
People see a living person with a normal appearance, realizing only years or decades later that the heart remains pierced, invisible to others. This severe psychological trauma might even be passed down to her next generation.
Won who have suffered violence might, after having their own children, exhibit uncontrollable abusive behaviors towards their kids. All this is due to the unhealed scars within.
Watching this trembling little girl, Qian beca even more determined in her plan to rid society of harm. Simultaneously, she decided to change Weiwei’s treatnt approach, starting with emotional release.
Yu Minglang brought back a bruised and swollen Qiuqiu and a Yu Liui rubbing her arm.
While changing shoes, Liui complained, "Lang, you’re such a jerk, you even hit a woman!"
"You’re a woman? When you aid at my reproductive organs, you were pretty masculine!" Yu Minglang had sustained so minor injuries but was in better condition than the two beside him.
The three had a hearty fight, which sowhat alleviated their pent-up anger.
Yu Minglang held back and didn’t exert too much strength, rely sparring with them to help everyone expel their inner rage.
"You know, I feel a lot less upset. Now that I think about it, Qian was right. If I had just gone over there to kill, wouldn’t that give the bastard evidence to bite back?" After the fight, Qiuqiu felt considerably relieved.
Punching Yu Minglang in the chest, "Thanks, buddy!"
"Let’s have a drink later. I don’t need to return to the team tonight."
"Sure, we’ll have Qian cook up a couple of dishes for us." Friendships among n are forged in battles; after being beaten up by Yu Minglang, Qiuqiu concluded Yu Minglang was soone worth befriending.
"No way, she’d burn the kitchen! Qian, let’s take Weiwei out to eat!" Yu Minglang called out, seeing Qian had not joined them.
The room was empty, and as Yu Minglang wondered where Qian had gone, the neighboring apartnt door opened in the hallway.
Qian erged from Ye Xiaoyu’s ho, carrying a notebook and signaling for silence.
What was going on?
As the three approached, Qian lowered her voice, "You three return to our place and keep quiet; don’t interrupt my treatnt."
Treatnt? Liui reflexively looked at the sand tray in the living room; it was still there.
"Sis, aren’t you playing in the sand with Weiwei?"
"Sand tray therapy no longer satisfies the needs of the current treatnt stage. I’m going to supplent it with an empty chair therapy."
"Empty chair?" What’s that?
"I’ll fill you in later. You three get on with whatever, but don’t disturb , and however loud it gets over here, don’t co in to check."
Qian didn’t have ti to explain further, signaling Yu Minglang to take them to their ho. She shut the door and continued the treatnt.
Yu Minglang almost always obeyed Qian’s words. If she said treatnt, then treatnt it was. Inside, he was about to suggest playing cards with Yu Liui and Qiuqiu when he suddenly got drawn to sothing in the living room sand tray.
Yu Minglang’s sixth sense and mory were better than most. He rembered every detail of sothing he’d seen. Before bringing Qiuqiu and the others downstairs, the sand tray had been empty.
This had been assembled in the ti he’d been downstairs.
Yu Minglang walked into the room shared by Weiwei and Liui, reaching out to feel the blanket, which was still warm.
This ant Weiwei had just gotten up recently, proving that this intricate sand tray had been crafted by his beloved Qian.
These actions were carried out under the influence of subconsciousness. Yu Minglang’s intuition told him there was a secret of his beloved Qian hidden in here.
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