Mu Yan stared at the man opposite her, her gaze suddenly sharp.
Her voice was slightly cold, "Brother Xu, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"You have a serious psychological illness. Based on my estimation, it has been at least ten years. But you're different from typical psychological patients; you can seal away your inner pain and live with another sunny side."
Mu Yan's lips curled slightly, "Brother Xu, you're giving me too much credit."
Xu Yachong nodded, "You are indeed the most formidable psychological patient I have ever seen."
Clearly ill, yet not a trace of it visible.
If it weren't for Lin Jiamu informing him of her condition in advance, he wouldn't have been able to spot her issues from those tiny details.
Mu Yan didn't speak, calmly eating her food.
At this time, the more sensitive her reactions, the more he could perceive.
There were some things she didn't plan to share with anyone, not even Jiang Jingheng.
