"I once thought that the truth from back then might now only be known by that psychologist, and Rosa herself should have forgotten; yet I didn't expect that while chatting with her, she unwittingly recounted the events of that year herself."
She turned her head in confusion to look at Huangfu Huazhang: "Isn't this strange? The past from that year had clearly been locked away by the psychologist for three years, supposedly needing a key to unlock. But how could she speak of it so easily? Wouldn't that mean that the psychologist was quite ordinary?"
Huangfu Huazhang listened intently, elbow resting on the table, with his slender fingertips against his temple.
After listening, he nodded, "Let me think about which book in this stack of yours mentioned a similar scenario."
He slightly focused, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, pointing to the second last book: "There it is."
