"Is Lin Xixi really autistic?"
The phone did not ring again, and the two people in the car let out a sigh of relief simultaneously, Qin Yuji turned around and asked Chi Jingxuan.
Frowning deeply, Chi Jingxuan shook his head, "I don't know either. Based on her behavior since she returned, I don't think she seems like someone with autism, but if she really is pretending, then, what is the reason?"
Who wouldn't want to live a normal life?
If Lin Xixi had recovered, why would she still pretend to be ill?
Qin Yuji smiled faintly without speaking, guessing, "Perhaps to others, recovery is a wonderful thing, but for Lin Xixi, it might not be the case. At the very least, in your eyes, the treatment she receives as a sick person is absolutely different from that of a healthy one."
Moreover, Lin Xixi's illness has something to do with Chi Jingxuan.
After hearing what Qin Yuji said, Chi Jingxuan felt a momentary clarity in his heart.
