Su Wanxin settled into her seat with a sweep of her Fu Yi robes, set her bag aside, and only after ordering coffee did she look back at Zhong Xian.
During this process, Zhong Xian was observing her state.
Their gazes clashed, and Su Wanxin smiled lightly and asked, "Do you find any difference between me now and a year ago?"
Zhong Xian: "..."
"Last time we met, you were observing me as well. Is it a habit for psychologists to do so?"
"I wouldn't say it's a habit, just... trying to make sure whether my former patient has truly recovered, that's all."
This patient of his, truly a lingering concern in Zhong Xian's medical career.
"So, what's your confirmation now?"
Su Wanxin crossed her legs, leaning lazily on the couch as she watched him and asked.
She was dressed in a black business suit, with an elephant gray coat draped beside her. Her makeup was exquisite, her gaze sharp. Her slightly upturned red lips held a trace of an unclear smile.
