Li Luohao's life felt like it had already been mapped out for him. Perhaps he would spend his entire life hunched over a computer, confined to a sterile lab, conducting mind-numbing scientific experiments.,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.。