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  After the lead woman finished speaking, the other women approached one by one, expressing their gratitude to the doctor. It was clear that they were sincere, and their eyes betrayed no signs of dishoy.

  The fatty stood quietly in the er, eyes wide open. It seemed that these womehe mothers of the girls from st night.

  There were firls in the car, and now four women stood before them.

  The numbers matched.

  "Ms. Qin," Jiang g set his coffee cup down, turned his head, and for the first time looked directly at the elegant women, "From my observation of Yuan Yuan, she's not quite what you described."

  The lead aused for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Doctor Jiang, you mean..."

  "It’s obvious," Jiang g tinued, "Although she appeared happy in the nightclub, that was just a fa?ade. As the enviro grew noisier, she unsciously showed micro-expressions and movements like furrowing her brows or adjusting her gsses."

  He paused briefly, then added, "The nightclub enviro makes her uneasy."

  "She doesn't like it there. She’s just trying to aodate herself in an unfamiliar enviro, trying to blend in."

  "What she really needs is panionship," Jiang g said, "She's very lonely."

  The woman’s expression became strange for a moment, and she raised her head, seemingly about tue. However, she was interrupted by Jiang g.

  He stared into her eyes, his tone calm, "Having breakfast with her two or three times a week isn’t panionship."

  "It’s more like charity," Jiang g’s voice remaieady, "It’s like a passerby tossing some leftovers to a stray dog just to avoid unnecessary trouble."

  "But you’re not an irrelevant passerby, and she’s not a begging stray dog," he paused, then tinued, "You are her mother."

  The woman's expression darkened further upon hearing this.

  She had grown aced to a life of privilege, and the parisons to charity, leftovers, stray dogs, aas felt far ton to her—sn that it stung.

  But her feelings, evidently, were not Jiang g’s .

  As the two women exged gnces, Jiang g turo another woman, "Ms. Lu," he said calmly, "pared to Yuan Yuan, your daughter’s situation is a little more plex."

  "She’s overly sensitive, and any ge in her enviro trigger her ay and unease. She’s used to sitting in the same pce, walking the same route, and only drinking one brand of alcohol."

  "When she’s out of her familiar surroundings, she bees easily irritable and anxious."

  "Even small ges, like a shift in her friends' positions, make her feel uneasy," Jiang g observed as the woman’s face subtly ged. "What she cks is a sense of security."

  "This behavior be traced back to her childhood. I suspeething happened when she was very young," he mused, "Perhaps iary school, or even earlier."

  "In our sessions, she sciously blurred that period of memory."

  "Yet she clearly remembers earlier events."

  "Selective amnesia," Jiang g said. "This is oreme idealists and those with trauma-reted disorders."

  Uhe first woman’s rea, the woman Jiang g was addressing nodded slightly, aowledging his insight. "When she was seven, I separated from her father, and we eveo court over asset distribution. During that time, we were too preoccupied with ourselves to care for her, so we had to seo a b school."

  The woman didn’t hold ba her past. The three other women in the room were her close friends, and they all knew about her misfortunes.

  They all shared a on goal: their daughters.

  Thanks to the mothers’ influehe firls had formed a small group. Although their retionship had its ups and downs, it was solid.

  Given the woman’s status, the school she had chosen for her daughter was certainly an expensive private institution. But not everything be solved with money.

  During the critical period when childreheir parents' pany, when their character is developing, the girl likely felt emotionally abandoned, which could have led her to feel like she was being ed or was a burden.

  One could imagine, on quiet nights, the girl lying in bed, curled up uhe thiket, feeling the loneliness and helplessness at that moment.

  In her earlier versations with Jiang g, the woman had mentioned how her daughter often lost her temper for no reason, never allowio enter her room. They had many arguments because of this.

  After a housekeeper helped her pick up the clothes scattered on the floor, the girl locked herself in her room and didn’t e out all day.

  She refused to evehe visiting psychologist.

  Through her professional es, the woma Pi Ruan, who highly reended Jiang g, and it turned out that Pi Ruan’s reendation was trustworthy.

  Although most people in her circle looked down on Jiang g.

  The doctor the on to share his thoughts oher two women’s daughters, and the atmosphere in the room shifted subtly.

  Jiang g’s analysis was logical and easy to uand. Evety seemed to uand, his eyes widening as he felt as if he were stepping into the minds of each girl with the doctor’s expnations.

  The lead woman’s daughter was named Yuan Yuan, and due to a ck of panionship, she felt deeply lonely.

  She had a habit to please everyone she met, attempting to fit into every person’s life, even if she didn’t like that life.

  She was just afraid of being alone.

  So, she tried to aodate.

  The sed girl was named Shi Jia. Due to her parents' in childhood, she cked a sense of security.

  Any ge in her life caused her ay and unease, from moving to a new pce, meeting new people, to doing unfamiliar things.

  Her room was her sanctuary, a tinuation of the cold, narrow bed from the b school she oended.

  Anyone who entered her domain threatened her sense of safety.

  The housekeeper, who helped pick up her clothes, and the psychologist, who stood at her bedroom door uninvited, were both intrusions.

  pared to them, the young man with an impeccable appearance, who chose to meet them at the bar they were most familiar with, and introduced himself as Jiang Pan'an instead of Dr. Jiang, seemed especially likable.

  What was even more admirable was that he only drank his one preferred brand of alcohol.

  He appeared to be aced to silence. Unless someoarted a versation, he would never speak.

  With a pyful look in his eyes and measured gestures.

  He sat alone in a er, dista charming, gently swirling the wine in his gss. The soft red light reflected from the wine illumihe girls’ tipsy faces, creating a disjointed, fragmented refle.

  (End of the Chapter)

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