"I don't have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder!" Ye Xiaoyu's defenses were weakening. She had never before thought of herself as sick, but after Xiao Qian repeatedly emphasized it, she began to suspect that she might indeed be different from others.
"I express my dissatisfaction with someone's actions directly and never hold it inside. In my eyes, the world doesn't hold that many people for me to secretly resent. I shouldn't have to change who I am to satisfy the world, so I am living comfortably. Consider this lesson on your superb cooking skills as recompense for your actions. Go and ponder on it."
Xiao Qian was in a good mood that morning and decided to offer a lesson for her friend suffering from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
"Surely there are other alternatives to resenting people in secret?" Xiao Qian's words struck a chord deep inside Ye Xiaoyu.
