Xu Ji looked at Qin Shuang's determined eyes and suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Physical diseases can either be treated or not, there's always a boundary.
But psychological illnesses are difficult to demarcate with precise healing boundaries.
The intervention of a psychotherapist can only assist; the crux still lies with the patient themselves.
It was like the illness of He Zhiyao that he had been concerned with all these years had almost become his own psychological burden.
Sometimes he couldn't even clarify whether he wanted to cure He Zhiyao for his own sake or for He Zhiyao's.
He had originally hoped that time, or defeating He Linze, would bring He Zhiyao out of the darkness into a new life, and he also hoped that Qin Shuang's presence would rekindle He Zhiyao's faith.
But now, he didn't know whether that was hope or despair.
Sometimes too much obsession leads to possession by those very thoughts.
