"Don't cry. I will buy you shoes. All the shoes you want."
Annoyed because she felt he was mocking her, she pushed him away and then did it again when he tried to hold on to her.
"Stop," she cried as her eyes welled up again.
"Qian Meng."
She finally gave up and let him pull her tight against his chest.
"I really liked those shoes."
She didn't care about the shoes at all.
- - - - -
Somewhere between standing in his arms and sitting in the psychiatrist's office, Qian Meng understood she couldn't blame her hormones for this. It was a storm brewing since their last session and Yize had been right. It would only get worse if she wasn't honest about her feelings.
"Qingchen really hurt my feelings last time we were here."
It felt really good to say. The weight was immediately lifted off her shoulder. She felt stupid for ever holding her words back in the first place.
"Tell Qingchen more about that."
