Chapter 219 The psycho
Yan i entered the room. The office of her therapist was white and had only minimalist decorations. The therapist smiled at her as she stood up, gesturing Yan i to sit on the chair in front of her desk.
Yan i smiled back as she sat on the chair. The therapist sat back down again, then the therapist's secretary ca with a mug of coffee for the two of them.
"Mrs. Lei," the therapist greeted, "How have you been?"
Yan i gave her therapist a small smile as she took a small sip of her coffee.
"I'm feeling great, Ms. Qing. Thank you for asking."
Ms. Qing, Yan i's therapy, heaved a sigh. She then gave Yan i another smile as she stared straight at her eyes as if seeking so answers.
"Are you happy?"
Yan i blinked her eyes a few tis, Lei Zhao's figure suddenly appearing in her mind. A smile crept on her face as she nodded, answering Ms. Qing's question.
"I'm genuinely happy, Ms. Qing," she said, the therapist listening to her. "Since I have t my husband, Lei Zhao, I have been happy with my life when I have wished for it for a long ti," she added, Ms. Qing nodding slowly as her lips turned into a tight line for a bit.
For so reason, her reaction had made Yan i feel a bit nervous. With Ms. Qing's action, she thought that she was not convinced--as if she would want to ask for more.
"Mrs. Lei..." Ms. Qing held Yan i's hand that was on her desk, a sincere smile curling on her lips as she asked her a question, "Are you sure that you're happy?"
Yan i fell silent once more. Ms. Qing released her hand as she gave her a small Hershey chocolate, making Yan i blink her eyes a few tis as she stared at the little piece of sweet.
"You are here for a reason, are you not?" Yan i looked at the chocolate that was in the palm of her hand. "I know that you are genuinely happy with your husband, but with you visiting, there must be sothing that is bothering you."
Now Yan i understood why Ms. Qing's profession was being a therapist. Ms. Qing's voice and choice of words were enough for her to let her feel at ease even though she knew she had difficulty trusting strangers.
Yan i didn't say a word as she shyly stared at Ms. Qing. With her reaction, Ms. Qing smiled sweetly at her as she spoke, making her feel comfortable so she could open up to her.
"What stays in this room, stays in this room unless you share it with your husband. It is my job to make you feel at ease when even you, yourself, cannot do so."
Yan i nodded once as she ate the chocolate given to her. She chewed slowly as Ms. Qing patiently waited for her. Yan i drank a little of her coffee as she looked at Ms. Qing, her heart nervously beating as she started talking to her.
"mories of the past started haunting , Ms. Qing," she almost said in a whisper, but it was enough for her to hear. The therapist nodded slowly as she gently urged her to continue.
"Go on, Mrs. Lei."
Yan i took a deep breath, then released it. Her fingers on her mug started shaking. She rembered one of the mories that had haunted her up to this day. Her eyebrows slightly creased as she felt like the presence of that man was inside the room, when he wasn't.
That is how much it had affected Yan i. It had been years since it happened, but still, it had bothered and haunted her this much.
To calm herself down, Yan i drank her coffee as if it was water. She then put the mug down as she stared right back at Ms. Qing, who was waiting patiently for her.
"I was in a cold dark room," she said, her lips almost trembling. "In that room, I always felt pain and headache. I..."
Ms. Qing didn't say a word. She slowly opened her notebook specifically for her patient's log that was on her desk. She took down so notes about what Yan i was telling her.
"Soone took and made stay in an empty room. There was no food, no water, and I have always been alone."
Now, Yan i had a scared expression on her face. Her head was almost shaking as she suddenly stopped sharing, Ms. Qing furrowing her brows in worry as she had never seen an expression such as this on Yan i's face.
Yan i rembered that the wait inside that room made her anxious and, at the sa ti, happy. She was uneasy because she was alone in the room, and at the sa ti glad since the man wasn't back yet.
She then rembered how the creaking of the door made her body cold even though there were tis that she sweated to death inside of that room. Yan i felt cold sweat running down her back as her eyes started pooling tears.
"N-no... the psycho... he's haunting ."
When Ms. Qing held her hand out of worry, Yan i imdiately jolted in her seat as she instantly pulled her hand away from her, both of her hands covering her mouth as she almost shouted.
"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Qing," Yan i apologized as she realized that it was her who held her, and not the man he feared. She sighed as she took deep breaths, trying her best to keep her composure in front of her therapist.
"Mrs. Lei," Ms. Qing said, worry evident in her voice. "If I may ask, what is haunting you?"
Yan i did not say a word as she stared blankly at the door. The voice of the man echoed in her head as she imagined what had happened years ago.
"Did you miss , little kitty?"
"Mrs. Lei?"
Ms. Qing looked at the door as if Yan i was talking to a person whom both of them cannot see. Yan i then averted her gaze on the door as the hands on her skirt tightened on its cloth.
"Those are his words," she mumbled, Ms. Qing furrowing her brows in wonder.
"Whose words, Mrs. Lei?"
Yan i's body stiffened as if she looked at dusa, and the beastly snake had petrified her. She then looked at Ms. Qing, her eyes reflecting fear as she answered her therapist's question.
"Him. The psycho."
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