The curtains were pulled open, and blinding light flooded the room. Wang Taika lay sprawled on the sofa, instinctively shielding his eyes from the sun's glare with his hand as he looked at the figure standing by the window.,"Brother, you've been depressed for over a week now, and I can't stand to see it anymore." The person pulling the curtains was backlit, making their features somewhat unclear. But Wang Taika knew immediately who it was just from his soft, gentle voice. It was Han Mo, his roommate and good friend.,Han py looked at the diagnosis and shuddered: "This is a sign of schizophrenia! Is there still any hope for recovery"。