Mu Bai suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at his own pretentiousness.
In fact, he had never seen through this woman.
Including her eyes, her face, her smile, her every move.
"Why...you hurt my heart so much?"
He leaned on the low table, his heavy body almost losing his balance.
So tired.
"Where did I hurt you? If you said you liked me but I was with Prince Li, then I'm sorry. When you met me, I was Feng Liye's wife."
Qingge walked back and sat down not far from him.
Staring at his pale and bloodless face, her eyes were somewhat complicated.
"What's more, you said you like me, but I don't feel it at all. Mu Bai, you are different from ordinary people. Your emotions and desires are all fake."
Mu Bai's palms suddenly tightened and he suddenly looked up at her.
My heart felt as if it had been torn apart by something.
In her opinion, are his emotions and desires fake?
Is it really all fake?
"Don't look at me like that. When I was studying medicine, I minored in psychology. When you said you liked me, your breath was normal, and you didn't feel any uneasiness or panic about confessing. Of course, you weren't really confessing."
She spread her hands and said, "Of course, I am only a minor in psychology, which means I am not very good at it. But at least I can tell whether your confession is true or false."
"Perhaps, even I don't know whether it's true or false?"
"Then I have nothing to do with you. Anyway, you have to figure out your own feelings first."
Mu Bai didn't want to talk to her.
But even he himself didn't know if he could refute her words.
In fact, even he himself couldn't tell whether the seven emotions and six desires were real or fake after so many years of calmness.
For example, at this moment, when he is angry, how much is true and how much is false?
He wasn't actually angry, he just didn't know how to face her.
The Stockholm Syndrome she just mentioned, why does he feel that the person suffering from the disease is not her but himself?
From the first time he wholeheartedly believed that he had been deceived by her, and even his life was almost destroyed in her hands, he should not have the slightest bit of mercy towards this woman.
But he still relented.
Not only did he suffer from Stockholm Syndrome, he was also seriously ill!
He suddenly felt a little sad: "Stockholm Syndrome, how to treat it?"
Qingge was stunned for a moment, and then said quietly: "How can masochism be cured?"
Masochist!
Mu Bai glared at her fiercely!
Although this was the first time he heard this word, he immediately understood what it meant!
Who is the masochist? This damn girl!
"Oh, you see, now he looks like a normal person, with flesh and blood, capable of getting angry and resentful, instead of always being like a glass of boiled water with no taste at all."
To put it nicely, it sounds like you are free from the secular world, but to put it badly, it feels like your emotional nerves have been stripped away!
Sluggish emotional response.
Mu Bai didn't want to talk anymore.
The topic tonight was a bit heavy, and what he was most worried about was that everything was false.
I don't know how long it took before he said, "Are you talking to me so much just to know how to remove the poison from Feng Liye?"
"Are you willing to say it?" If he was willing to say it, Chu Qingge would naturally want to listen.
"Even if I say it, it may not be useful to you."
"Then tell me first, maybe I can learn something from it." Qingge smiled and said, "I've always been very smart, haven't I?"
