Red sugar ginger tea?
Mu Yan looked at Xu Yachong with confusion, not understanding what he ant.
Xu Yachong said to himself, "Back in April, I was in the United States. One early morning, I suddenly got a call, and soone asked how to treat nstrual cramps for a girl. I’m a psychologist, not a gynecologist, so I answered with red sugar ginger tea."
Mu Yan was slightly startled. She clearly rembered that in April, when her period ca, Jiang Jingheng was by her side.
That day, he bought her red sugar ginger tea.
At the ti, she thought he must have had a girlfriend before, so he had experience in this area.
What she didn’t expect was that he would actually ask a friend about such a thing.
It seed like since they t, he had always been good to her.
The second ti they t, he avenged her by having Zhou Lifen drink herself into a stomach hemorrhage.
After that, he helped discipline Sun Hao and bought her shoes.
So many things, so vivid in her mory.
Xu Yachong looked at her, a glint of insight flashing in his deep eyes.
He asked gently, "What’s wrong with you?"
Mu Yan suddenly snapped back to reality, shaking her head, "I’m fine."
Xu Yachong continued to ask, "Jing Heng doesn’t know about your hand that can’t paint, does he?"
Mu Yan shook her head, "I haven’t ntioned it to him."
"He really likes art and has quite a collection. If he knew about this, he would surely be very regretful," Xu Yachong sighed.
Mu Yan lowered her eyelids, not speaking.
Xu Yachong looked at her and said calmly, "Actually, what others think doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you don’t like painting, and no one can force you."
Mu Yan looked at Xu Yachong and smiled, "Doctor Xu, I know your intentions, but I don’t want to discuss this with you. I won’t bother you anymore; I’ll leave now."
Xu Yachong also stood up, saying helplessly, "Miss Mu is more determined than I imagined."
Mu Yan just smiled silently, nodded slightly, and walked out.
Xu Yachong escorted her to the door, then returned to his office and made a phone call.
"Having few friends since childhood and being particularly defensive psychologically suggests that she may have had autism in the past."
"Rest assured, she doesn’t have autism now, but from my professional perspective, she has definitely experienced significant psychological trauma."
After leaving the clinic, Mu Yan took a cab to the city center.
In the car, she touched her left wrist. It no longer hurt, and the wound was gone, but the wound in her heart couldn’t heal.
How could she possibly like painting? She would never like it again.
Soon, she saw an IOC jewelry store by the roadside and asked the driver to stop.
Just at the entrance, Mu Yan encountered Ning Shishen.
As their eyes t, both were a bit surprised.
"Miss Mu, we et again," Ning Shishen greeted first.
"Hello, Mr. Ning," Mu Yan nodded.
"What brings you here?"
"Oh, I wanted to ask if you could help customize sothing here," Mu Yan answered.
Ning Shishen gestured with his hand, "Let’s talk inside."
"Alright."
By the counter, Mu Yan sat on a high stool and shared her idea with Ning Shishen.
Custom tie clip?
Ning Shishen looked at her, his gaze deepening slightly.
It was obvious who this was for.
Mu Yan said, "I know you don’t do this kind of custom work here, so I’ll find another way."
Ning Shishen asked, "Did you bring a design sketch?"
"No," Mu Yan pondered for a mont, "but I have an image in my mind."
She hesitated for a mont, then asked, "Can you help draw it out?"
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