"The doctor saw how much pain you were in and feared you'd be overwhelmed with grief and something might happen. Since he couldn't provide psychological counseling, he sought me out, hoping I, the only cultured one, could be of help. So, do you think I wouldn't learn about your situation before I started counseling you? It's just what the doctor told me. Stop deceiving yourself."
"How could that be?"
Ye Lu's eyes suddenly dimmed. Was it just like that?
Was it just her own wishful thinking, her presumptuous guesses?
His words made sense. If the doctor had checked on her and then told him, it was possible.
But her instincts told her that it wasn't like that; she didn't believe it.
In the darkness of her dim eyes, a fierce flame suddenly ignited, mixed with ferocity and determination; she suddenly pounced on him, grabbing his shoulders with force, and pushed him down onto the desk with all her might.
