The entire room lost its smell of gunpowder, and Ning Wanxi spoke softly, though her words habitually carried a hint of coldness. Luo Chao sighed with disillusionment and said, "Ms. Ning, I've actually been watching your condition for a long time. You have no physical illness, but a psychological one, which I can't treat."
Psychological illness, frankly speaking, means a problem within a person's mind. A mental illness must be treated with mental medicine, and such psychological issues must be healed by oneself. Ning Wanxi's illness is so deep-rooted that even seeing a psychologist is impossible.
Luo Chao really wanted to know why she suffered from such a rare disease, but he was embarrassed to ask. After all, a woman who doesn't like men might like women, yet Ms. Ning wasn't a lesbian.
Ning Wanxi gave a bitter smile, "You're right, my illness can't be cured. I can't free myself from it."
