He didn''t answer Archie''s question but continued to ask, "Child, did you experience insomnia after the onset of headaches?"
"Yes. I never had insomnia before, but ever since the headaches started, I''ve been having trouble sleeping. When I can''t sleep, those blurry, frightening memories appear. The dreams are like a terrifying slideshow, making it difficult to sleep, as my heart will race," I described in detail.
He nodded asionally, contemting. "Under what circumstances did your headaches initially ur?"
Reflecting on the beginning of my headaches, I suddenly recalled, "Someone ced an incense in my car-a kind of poison. I started experiencing these symptoms upon inhaling the poison. "Since then, the headaches have persisted, and I keep recalling some things, but they are very vague, like short freeze frames."
"That''s it. That must be the external factor that triggered the increase in neuroactivity, inducingtent crises and activating dormant nerve cells," he exined vaguely, but we all understood.
At that moment, a knock on the door signaled the arrival of the waiter with the dishes.
Gordon quickly suggested, "Let''s have our meal first."
I felt a bit reluctant but refrained from pressing further.
He reassured me, "I''ll find a solution. Don''t worry."
Ardie alsoforted me, "Yeah, don''t think too much. There will be a solution."
I nodded, quickly pushing away my despondent emotions. No matter what, I couldn''t let the elders worry.
The dinner was joyous, like a family feast, and no one brought up the topic of memory loss. Unexpectedly, when it was time to part, they all wanted to give me parting gifts, and each gift was peculiar.
Jason gave me arge stone, rough and heavy. Robin''s gift was three seeds in a small ss bottle. The seeds resembled apricot pits, round and full. There was also a card inside the bottle, shaped like a warning note.
Looking at these gifts, I was
fascinated, especially Robin''s small
ss bottle. I held it in my hand and said sincerely, "I will nt these
seeds in our family''s yard when I return."
He smiled and said, "nt them wherever you like. The card inside has instructions for their care. It''s just a small gesture."
"How could it be? My dad will love them. Gardening in the yard is his favorite. Thank you, Robin."
Jason, however, dismissively said to me, "My stone is too ugly. We have plenty of them. Let the kid y with it as much as she wants."
Iughed happily, treating it like a precious treasure.
Gordon, without any hint of disdain, took out a piece of jade from his pocket. It was pure white, appearing exquisite. He pushed it toward me on the table, saying, "Take this."
I quickly waved. "Mr. Gordon, I can''t ept this. It''s too valuable."
He smiled and said calmly, "This stone is fitting for you. Carry it with you. It will help improve your insomnia and soothe your nerves."
Feeling uneasy, I nced at Archie, and he smiled gently, "Take what Mr. Gordon gave you. It''s good for you. Don''t hesitate. Just remember to keep Mr. Gordon in mind in the
future."
I quickly responded, "I will."
"I''ll think of a solution when I get back. If necessary, you muste to Sris again," Gordon said calmly. "Next time, I''ll give you acupuncture. You cane to Sris anytime."Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.
I looked at Gordon, expressing sincere gratitude, while Archie picked up the jade and hung it around my neck.
"Always carry it with you."
"Okay, I got it." I nodded obediently.
After leaving the courtyard, Archie and I got into Ardie''s car, heading back home. The other three people refused a ride and leisurely left the courtyard, disappearing into the y of fight and shadow.
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