Qinxian Garden, inside the private room.
Mo Chen sat opposite at the dining table, flipping through the menu page by page.
She had always been cautiously observing the man's expression.
She wondered what Mo Chen had talked about with the psychologist and whether he felt better now.
"What do you want to eat?"
Qiao Ruoxin's drifting thoughts were pulled back to reality by the man's deep voice.
"Ah? Oh… I'm not picky, you choose for me."
"Hmm."
Mo Chen responded indifferently and then ordered dishes with a server.
After the server took the menu and left, the private room fell back into awkward silence.
Qiao Ruoxin tried to speak several times but didn't know what to say.
Seeing through her thoughts, Mo Chen said gravely, "I'm fine, don't worry, okay?"
"Really?"
"Perhaps I just haven't come to terms with everything yet. Give me some time, I will be okay," the man said seriously, his expression solemn which added a repressive atmosphere to the private room.
