Qin Jinhai's hands clenched into fists.
These issues were not difficult to resolve. Finding a trustworthy psychologist to talk with her slowly and unravel the knots in her heart would allow her condition to gradually improve.
But the most reputable psychologists were no longer available.
Fu Bing's issues had to be resolved slowly.
If Xu Si hadn't reminded him, he might not have thought of this.
Why would Fu Bing feel inferior? How could her worth only lie in "being needed" by others?
But upon closer thought, he realized she was indeed like that.
In her twenty-five years of life, she had always been pushed forward by circumstances.
She seemed like an indomitable spirit, having endured every major crisis.
No matter what, she was still only human.
Those hardships had taken root in her heart, yet no one had helped her resolve them.
Qin Jinhai instantly felt a surge of self-loathing.
