Cheng Ying hesitated for a moment before putting the headphones on.
In an instant, his world became extremely quiet and returned to calm, except for the very light blues playing melodiously in the headphones.
The scenery on the roadside was fleeting. It had been a long time since he had gone out to see the scenery, ever since he moved into that house.
Cheng Ying's parents were always busy with work. When they knew he was mentally ill, they thought it was most suitable for him to just rest at home. The less he got out of the house, the better it was for them.
Cheng Ying was not able to go out by himself, and his parents also did not have the time or leisure to take him out. They only thought that it would be very troublesome to take Cheng Ying out. After all, how embarrassing would it be if Cheng Ying lost his composure outside in the public eye? That would only bring shame upon them, which would not do.
