"What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be fine?" Wan Yu retorted, his voice laced with defensiveness.
"Don't try to fool me, Mr. Wan Yu. Even if others don't see it, I do. I know you, and I can tell you're bottling up a lot, a mountain of emotions building inside. And since your brother's death, it seems to have intensified. So tell me, Mr. Wan Yu, honestly, how are you really doing?" Dr. Crowe asked, his face creased with concern.
A flicker of complex emotions crossed Wan Yu's face at the question, but it quickly vanished as he returned his gaze to the five figures training below. He remained silent, clearly avoiding the question.
Dr. Crowe sighed, observing Wan Yu's evasiveness.
