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The hanging clock outside the consultation room had gone through a full rotation of its minute hand.
Xu He stood up anxiously and leaned close to the door to listen.
But the soundproofing of the consultation room was too effective, preventing any sounds from escaping.
It was said that many people would break down and cry during PTSD therapy.
Xu He couldn't bear the thought, but opening up was the first step towards healing.
"Click--"
The sound of the door handle turning snapped her out of her wild thoughts.
Looking up, Little Tiangao walked out from inside.
Her expression was calm, no different from when she had entered.
Her eyes were clear, her little face fair and smooth, not at all like someone who had been crying.
Xu He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or to feel…
"Little Tiangao, you…"
Before she could finish, sobbing and wailing from inside the room interrupted her thoughts.