Although she recognized Alison, Su Miaomiao still felt a bit uneasy, hugging her knees on the bed in a guarded posture.
Alison knew what was on her mind and didn't rush forward but instead walked over to a nearby sofa to ask.
"May I sit here? Or would you prefer I stay farther away to talk with you?"
"Please, sit down."
Alison was Su Miaomiao's psychologist overseas, and it was thanks to her that things had started to get better.
Therefore, she was one of the few people Su Miaomiao truly trusted.
Alison didn't immediately ask about Su Miaomiao's condition or feelings, but like a friend who hadn't seen each other for a long time, she started chatting about everyday matters.
"I heard you got married. Is your husband that uncle you always talked about?"
Thinking of Xie Yuan, a sweet smile formed on Su Miaomiao's lips.
"Yeah, you really should meet him; he's especially, especially nice."
Alison chuckled softly and nodded her head.
