This sounds really like an insult.
Xue Zhan's expression became even more tangled as he looked at Zhou Yinghuai's expressionless face and tentatively asked, "Mr. Zhou, have you ever experienced the loss of someone very important to you?"
The loss of a very important person.
In Zhou Yinghuai's mind, the image of Jiang Tan crying and leaving on that snowy night surfaced.
"I have."
"Then it all makes sense," Xue Zhan muttered softly and then cleared his throat, "Have you started feeling this way again recently?"
Zhou Yinghuai was silent at first, then, his voice low and hoarse with a melancholy that was touched upon, said, "I have."
As for who it was, Zhou Yinghuai did not say, but Xue Zhan had guessed it.
"That's right!" Xue Zhan clapped his hands subconsciously, realizing his attitude was too excited, he quickly composed himself and covered up, "You have a problem with anxious attachment, and your recent worries about Miss Jiang are actually because of yourself."
