Song Zhen walked into the living room.
A strange scent wafted past his nose.
Upon closer look, Dr. Li had lit a scented candle on the coffee table.
Gu Xinzhou lay there quietly, her tone calm, "My grandpa always held me in the yard to soak up the sun, calling me his little darling.
We also picked up a dog by the roadside, and I named it Lan Baobao.
Because my grandma's last name was Lan.
When I was a child, I took my grandpa's last name and was called Fang Zhou."
Gu Xinzhou's voice was very tranquil.
Through her voice, one could feel the comforting sunlight, affection, and warmth.
Song Zhen didn't know what method Dr. Li had used to hypnotize Gu Xinzhou.
He also didn't like the strange scent.
But Dr. Li was certainly more professional in psychological therapy than he was, so he quietly observed.
His stomach growled hungrily; he hadn't had dinner yet.
