"Wait a minute!" Ji Chuan suddenly spoke up, "It's not entirely that. This isn't a commonality! Yan Huan, you also got sick the last time you went to the countryside. But on the day you got sick, there was no wind! So, the wind isn't the commonality!"
"Then that won't work." Jason dismissed the newly established internal connection with one sentence, "This has to be something present every time you fall ill."
"Isn't it okay just once?" Yan Huan didn't quite understand the formation of this psychological illness; she really couldn't figure out why she would get sick when the wind blew.
"Of course it matters. I need to dig deep into the internal connections beyond the surface of things."
