Amelie glanced apologetically at Hewitt and silently motioned to leave the upcoming conversation to her:
"Nash, I know you don't like that experience, but how can you overcome it if you don't talk about it with others?"
Nash scoffed:
"Overcome? Some things can't be overcome in one's entire life, or even after death. I can only try not to remember it."
Nash looked at Hewitt again:
"Sorry, I lost my temper just now. Come in."
Amelie nodded to Hewitt.
Although Hewitt was somewhat puzzled, he followed Amelie and Nash into the room.
The inside was as messy as Nash's clothes, with bottles and various clutter filling half of the room.
Nash sat directly on the floor:
"If today's visitor wasn't Amelie, I wouldn't be discussing this matter with anyone. But I owe her a lot, so feel free to ask anything, and I'll try to answer.
"But don't have high expectations. I'm not like others who have passed the test through strength and strategy. I relied on..."
