Hearing Li Xu's diagnosis, Cui Guanghui felt a great weight lift from his shoulders. His eyes glimmered with hope. "Brother Li, what is this 'cure for the mind' you mentioned? Do you have a specific method?"
"I noticed earlier that Aunt Shen was constantly rolling a string of rosewood prayer beads in her hand. Is she a Buddhist?"
Instead of answering directly, Li Xu asked Cui Guanghui a question.
"You couldn't really say she's a believer."
