The night wind hooted past their ears, and both fell into a brief silence simultaneously.
Yan Xiaye suddenly recalled a piece of news she had seen, about a domestically and internationally renowned psychiatrist. This doctor had saved countless patients but ultimately became a severe mental patient himself, the kind without any hope for recovery.
At the time, she felt it to be both sorrowful and absurd. Was this the fate of every dragon slayer, to eventually become the very dragon they once slew?
But if such developments were the norm, then someone like Tao Jingxi, a psychologist of his caliber, must have already witnessed the dark depths within countless minds.
Underneath his cold and distant, well-mannered facade... could he too have his own psychological issues that no one knows about?
With this doubt in mind, she suddenly regretted rashly agreeing to spend the night with Tao Jingxi.