Qingshan Mental Hospital.
Chu Chenggong was locked up here.
Just as he said, mental patients wouldn't be put in prison.
There are two beds in this ward.
Chu Chenggong's roommate is very strange.
The roommate always hides under the blanket, afraid to interact with others.
Even during mealtimes, when the staff deliver meals to the room, the roommate takes the food under the blanket and eats underneath it.
"What a weirdo."
Chu Chenggong muttered to himself.
On second thought, everyone living in this place is severely mentally ill.
Severe mental illness, who isn't strange?
Now, in the eyes of others, he is also a weirdo.
Chu Chenggong hugged his arms, curled up in the corner.
His wife was gone, his daughter was gone, only the most awkward corner could give him a little sense of security.
Night gradually deepened, the moon hung in the sky.
Chu Chenggong looked at the waning moon through the window, and the sight filled him with sorrow.
