One day, when Li Luohao was still relatively conscious, he dragged his weary body to see a psychiatrist. The final diagnosis matched his own guess: moderate depression.,Li Luohao endured the pressure in his heart, forcing a smile at Wang Dali. Although Li Luohao couldn't see his own smile, he was very clear in his heart: this smile must have been uglier than crying.,The headmaster Wang's reprimand made Li Luohao's hands tremble uncontrollably, he couldn't even stand straight. His mind went blank, almost making him forget what he was supposed to do. 。This is the terrible thing about depression, a few words from others, and you might even consider suicide. 。Li Luohao was so close to breaking down right there, just a little bit more...。