"Doctor Nan, it's because your temper has been especially good lately, and you're always smiling, so I just..."
Nan Wan didn't rush to open the door. She crossed her arms in front of her, her expression calm and serene, and asked slowly, "Did I have a bad temper before? Did I always wear a long face?"
Qin Zhenzhen hurried to explain, "No, that's not what I mean. What I mean is... I can't put it into words."
By the end, her voice grew increasingly faint, her head almost drooping to the ground.
Nan Wan leaned lazily against the doorframe, not looking at her, twisting a lock of hair around her finger, and asked nonchalantly, "Is it that there's too little work, or too many holidays?"
Qin Zhenzhen muttered, "...neither."
I'm screwed, she successfully courted disaster.
Nan Wan remained the same, but this time, her eyes were on her, asking with interest, "Then what is it?"
Qin Zhenzhen didn't reply immediately, looking at the ground as if pondering a suitable answer.
