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87: Chapter 86 Why Does This Visitor Seem to Be Coming for ?

87: Chapter 86 Why Does This Visitor Seem to Be Coming for ?

Howard suggested to Nan Zhubin to lie about his age, like rounding it up to “30,” or at least say “28” or “27”.

At least it sounds more credible than “24.”

But Nan Zhubin refused.

The consultant and the visitor need to build a good consultation relationship through trust.

If the age is lied about from the beginning, it is like planting a mine.

Will this visitor care about the consultant’s young age?

Nan Zhubin observed the visitor’s reaction.

Upon hearing Nan Zhubin’s age, the other person smiled slightly.

“We are the sa age, Mr.

Nan.”

[Is this reaction…

joy?]

Alright, the needs of visitors are diverse, and all understandable.

“How should I address you?”

“All my friends call ‘Xuanxuan.’

The voice was muffled, and Nan Zhubin felt sothing was not quite right.

Nan Zhubin waited for two or three breaths’ ti, but the visitor did not speak up voluntarily.

He was about to say sothing to guide the conversation.

But in the next second, he saw Xuanxuan’s shoulders start to tremble, and her nose started to twitch.

Then a tear flowed down from the side of her face that Nan Zhubin could see.

[Hmm?]

Crying, when it occurs in the consultation process, can be a good thing.

But if it happens at the beginning of consultation, it may not be.

Especially when the consultant doesn’t know much about the visitor, and the consultation relationship hasn’t been well established.

Nan Zhubin pursed his lips; this might be a high-level ga.

…

The crying of the visitor didn’t trend towards deepening, staying only at the “sobbing” level.

After waiting for about a minute, Nan Zhubin saw the visitor’s emotions gradually beginning to recover.

Nan Zhubin adjusted himself to show a concerned expression, leaned forward, and silently slid the tissue box on the table towards the visitor, placing it where she could see it even with her head down.

The tissues in the consultation room, like the sofa and clock, are essential items specifically for dealing with situations like this.

“Thank you.”

The visitor said in a muffled voice, pulling out a tissue, gently wiping her cheeks and the corners of her eyes.

Her delicate makeup thus beca sowhat smudged, but not unsightly; instead, it had a kind of broken beauty.

“I’m sorry, Mr.

Nan.” The visitor said, “I couldn’t control it.”

Nan Zhubin gently shook his head, providing support: “No matter why you are crying, there’s no need to apologize.

I’d even be glad the consultation room provides you a place to relax and release your emotions.”

The visitor looked up and smiled; her appearance was indeed exquisite.

Nan Zhubin was finally able to see the visitor’s expression for the first ti during the consultation.

[Fear, withdrawal, looks like she indeed encountered sothing.]

[But…

there’s sothing else.]

“No, this is actually not good.” After smiling, the visitor showed a troubled expression again.

“Surely it caused you trouble…

maybe I shouldn’t have co for psychological consultation today.”

Saying that, the visitor glanced at Nan Zhubin, stood up, and was about to leave.

But perhaps the fatigue accumulated in her body had reached a critical erupting point, and in the next second, her body swayed a little.

Nan Zhubin quickly stood up, holding out a hand in a reassuring manner, calming the visitor to sit back down.

“There won’t be any trouble no matter what you say or do in the consultation room.” Nan Zhubin said, sensing the visitor’s unfamiliarity, and proceeded to ask, “Is this your first ti doing psychological consultation?”

The visitor sat back down, curled her body, and hugged her arms: “Yes.

Actually, before coming here, I thought several tis about whether to cancel this consultation.”

Saying this, she put down the arm hugging her knee and rubbed her calf: “A bit cold.”

[Fidgety movents, repeated pulling…

tussling with ?]

Nan Zhubin stood up, picked up a blanket from the shelf next to him, and handed it to the visitor.

“Thank you.”

The visitor wrapped the blanket around her upper body, still revealing part of a shoulder, snuggling like a cat.

“I really don’t know if I should have co or not.” She said again.

Nan Zhubin gave support once more: “You had the idea for psychological consultation, you made an appointnt for psychological consultation, and after much hesitation, you finally chose to sit here.”

“That ans sothing is indeed troubling you, and you definitely ‘should’ have co.”

Nan Zhubin leaned back on the sofa, interlocked his fingers in front of him: “May I know what issue you made the consultation appointnt for?”

The visitor lowered her head: “Do you want to hear the simple version, or the complete one?”

“To put it simply—my life is over.”

A bit like the belief of [absolute disaster] in cognition issues.

Nan Zhubin slightly frowned in his heart, but it wasn’t easy to judge directly.

This visitor has given Nan Zhubin a very passive feeling so far.

She does not actively output effective content, yet it’s not a complete defense.

It feels like a partly hidden, partly revealed situation, occasionally leaking information to hook Nan Zhubin, hoping he will dig deeper.

It requires the consultant to talk more.

Nan Zhubin cooperated initially: “That sounds a bit too simple, maybe I need to hear the ‘complete’ version.”

The visitor used a tissue to wipe the corner of her eyes again: “I booked the consultation the day before yesterday, just after a fight with my boyfriend.”

“—A big fight.”

“He was yelling at , and I was screaming too, we could hardly hear what the other was saying.”

The visitor sniffed once, then stopped.

[Fear, consistent with the emotions when crying—is it due to dostic violence?]

Nan Zhubin picked up the conversation to prevent a pause: “What was the fight about?”

“He proposed to .”

Nan Zhubin blinked.

“Actually, it wasn’t quite a proposal, more like discussing us getting married, but it wasn’t the first ti this happened.”

The visitor finally opened up, beginning to proactively enrich the event.

“I’ve been with him for two years, since last year he’s been constantly talking about getting married, over and over.

The day before yesterday, his attitude was particularly strong, like giving ‘an ultimatum’ that if we don’t get married, we’d break up.”

Nan Zhubin asked for details: “You discussed it many tis before, and the results were the sa?”

The visitor nodded: “Yes, I refused.”

“Why?”

“He says he loves , loves very much, but I don’t think so.”

Nan Zhubin asked: “Did he say or do anything that made you feel like he ‘didn’t love you much’?”

The visitor thought for a mont: “He’s thirty, six years older than .

I feel like he just thinks it’s ti, and wants to get married and have kids quickly.”