Mu Yunchen immediately set down his files and moved to her bedside, his hand coming to rest gently on her head, fingers threading through her hair in that soothing gesture he'd repeated countless times through the night.
"I know, Yuxi," he said softly, his voice calm and grounding, trying to anchor her to the present. "No one thinks you're sick. I'd like him to ask you a few questions, just routine things." His thumb stroked her temple gently. "He's a psychiatrist, Dr. Shen Wei. He specializes in trauma recovery and dissociative disorders. Just a conversation, nothing invasive. Can you do that for me?"
Zhou Yuxi's jaw clenched so hard that her teeth ached. Could she argue with him? Could she explain that this man, this specific man, represented something dark and terrible from a past that no one would believe existed?
