Chapter 869
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On the surface, Shen Liangchuan didn't look sick at all. 13579246810ggaax
His complexion was good, his mood was good, and he had such a strong presence that it was hard to tell if he was asleep or not.
It was only when no one was around that he showed his weakness.
Qiao Lian clenched her fists at this thought.
The more he behaved this way, the more her heart ached.
She had deliberately stayed awake the night before.
She had lain awake in bed all the way until dawn.
The feeling that every second and minute felt like a year was simply too terrifying.
She had only lost sleep for one night, but he had been without sleep for more than half a month.
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Qiao Lian and Song Yuanxi had agreed to meet at the psychiatrist's office at 5pm.
Qiao Lian ran over at 4pm and waited outside for two hours, but Song Yuanxi still hadn't arrived.
The psychiatrist was worried. "Is Ms. Song not coming?"
Qiao Lian clenched her fists as a thought occurred to her.
Song Yuanxi hated her.
Hence, she was willing to do anything that made her feel bad.
Actually, she knew that asking for Song Yuanxi's help was a little too much.
But now, was Song Yuanxi really not coming?
At this thought, Qiao Lian picked up her cell phone and dialed Song Yuanxi's number. Very quickly, the call was picked up.
Qiao Lian sighed in relief and asked, "Yuanxi, where are you now?"
At these words, a man's low chuckle came from the other end of the line, "I want to know too, where is she?"
Qiao Lian paused and asked, "Who are you?"
"According to her, I'm her boyfriend."
Qiao Lian widened her eyes again and asked, "Where's Song Yuanxi?"
"I don't know."
"Since you have her cell phone, how come you don't know?"
"Oh, she ran away this morning."
Ran away?
Where did she run off to?
As Qiao Lian contemplated this, she heard a voice coming from the end of the corridor.
She turned around and saw Song Yuanxi striding towards her.
Qiao Lian finally sighed in relief and hung up.
Song Yuanxi's small face was cold as she explained calmly, "I came from the airport and got stuck in traffic."
Qiao Lian nodded in understanding.
Then she pointed at the psychiatrist's office and said, "If you don't want to tell me, can you please tell the psychiatrist?"
Only by letting the doctor know the crux of the problem could he prescribe the right medicine.
Song Yuanxi nodded when she heard this.
Qiao Lian was sitting outside the office.
She felt as if there was a cat scratching her heart.
She wanted to know what had happened eight years ago. She wanted to know how Soul Fighter had died.
But at this moment, she had to control herself.
After waiting for a long time, the door to the psychiatrist's office finally opened.
Qiao Lian stood up immediately.
She looked at Song Yuanxi and asked, "Has the matter come to a conclusion?"
Song Yuanxi lowered her gaze. After a moment, she said slowly, "Come in."
Qiao Lian frowned and followed Song Yuanxi into the psychologist's office.
The psychologist adjusted his glasses and pointed at the chair opposite him. He nodded at Qiao Lian and said, "Please have a seat."
Qiao Lian sat down and asked, "Doctor, have you found the cause?"
The doctor nodded. "Found it."
Qiao Lian looked at her steadily. "So what do we do now?"
When the doctor heard this, he frowned and looked at Song Yuanxi.
Then, the doctor stood up. "I'll go out for a while. You two talk."
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