Extra: Lu Yannan & Pei Mo Ning (8)
Pei Mo Ning's gaze lingered on each brief piece of content for a moment.
Then, tap with your fingertips.
She scrolled down and silently gave him a thumbs up for each of his posts.
This was unlike her usual behavior, more like a subtle sense of ritual.
It was as if with this quiet attention, he was responding to the message he withdrew that night.
When Lu Yannan returned to the villa, the velvet bag in his suit pocket was extremely noticeable.
He sat on the sofa in the room and took out his cell phone.
When the screen lit up, the message sent by Pei Mo Ning was clearly visible.
The detailed instructions for using the tranquilizing incense are clear and considerate, like an exclusive prescription.
He tapped his fingertips: [Received, thank you.]
After sending the message, he opened his Moments.
The bright red digital prompt in the upper right corner of the interface comes into view.
The finger unconsciously swiped down to refresh.
The next moment, his eyes froze.
Under my own circle of friends, the latest string, no, it is the genuine like avatar.
They were all that familiar name: Pei Mo Ning.
My heart pounded against my chest without any warning, and my fingertips holding the phone trembled slightly.
The light from the screen reflected on his face. He was stunned for a moment, and then, an irrepressible smile slowly spread from his lips...
It eventually turned into a low chuckle.
A certain unspoken tacit understanding was accurately captured by the other party, and the corner that one cherished was gently visited.
Silently.
He rubbed his thumb along the edge of the screen, the light from the screen flickering deep in his eyes.
......
A month later.
afternoon.
Pei Mo Ning's psychological treatment room.
Light filters through the blinds, being cut into parallel bands of warm golden light.
The air was filled with a faint plant fragrance.
Lu Yannan sat in a comfortable consultation chair, his figure still upright, but a hint of fatigue appeared between his brows.
He had just finished repeating what Ji Linshen had told him about Lu Shiman's recent condition.
Pei Mo Ning looked at the preliminary assessment report in front of her that she had made herself.
The report is based on Ji Linshen’s previous consultation records and Lu Yannan’s current supplements.
Only when Lu Yannan said the three words "my sister" did she completely match the name with her identity.
Pei Mo Ning's fingertips paused for a moment on the edge of the report.
She raised her eyes to look at Lu Yannan, her eyes briefly revealing a hint of realization and deeper understanding.
She closed the folder and tapped the cover lightly with her fingertips. Her voice was gentle, with a clear sense of professionalism: "Mr. Lu, based on the information you and Mr. Ji provided, the outline of the diagnosis direction has been basically established."
"But..." She paused, her eyes gentle. "The key to uncovering the specific causes and formulating intervention strategies still requires the personal participation of the parties involved."
"No matter how detailed someone else's retelling is, it's bound to have subjective filters and blind spots."
Lu Yannan's hands on his knees silently folded, and his thin lips tightened slightly.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the intersection of light and shadow on the dark carpet, and replied in a low voice: "She seems... very resistant."
His tone was filled with the anxiety and helplessness typical of an older brother.
The clinic fell silent again.
Pei Mo Ning leaned forward slightly and folded his hands on the table.
She did not rush to offer the general comfort of "don't worry", but instead turned the topic precisely to "understanding" and "acceptance itself".
“Resistance itself is also an important form of expression. It may be a forbidden zone for perceiving deeply buried pain, or it may be a self-protection mechanism that has become commonplace.”
"For those going through complex inner reconstruction, the saying 'it takes time' is not an empty phrase. Sometimes, the power of waiting for flowers to bloom is closer to the essence of healing than forced intervention."
She subtly pointed out that Lu Shiman's inner state was not unsolvable, and gave Lu Yannan a sense of space to handle it.
Pei Mo Ning didn't say more, but this calm expression based on professional understanding itself conveyed a kind of stable power, silently supporting Lu Yannan's worry about his sister.
His tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he raised his eyes to meet Pei Mo Ning's gaze: "I understand, thank you."
Lu Yannan's gaze lingered on Pei Mo Ning's face for a moment. Under the quiet light flowing in the clinic, some emotions that had been deliberately restrained before quietly loosened.
He leaned back slightly, his fingertips casually brushing across his shirt cufflinks, and changed the subject casually: "Do you... have any plans tonight?"
Pei Mo Ning was about to tidy up the pens and notebooks scattered in front of him, but when he heard this, he paused.
She didn't look up immediately, but the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up.
She picked up the pen and gently turned it with her fingertips before slowly raising her eyelids. Her gaze met Lu Yannan's accurately. Her eyes moved gently, and she tested him calmly: "My evening..."
She deliberately dragged out the beat: "Whether there are any plans or not depends on...if anyone wants to come and make arrangements tonight."
After she finished speaking, she tilted her head slightly, and the ending tone was like a feather, gently sweeping across the lake: "Mr. Lu."
She pronounced this address very clearly: "Do you want to come and make some arrangements tonight?"
She pushed the initiative, along with the vague invitation, back to him.
Lu Yannan silently curled the corners of his mouth, the smile buried deep in his eyes, not showing it off.
He didn't answer yes or no, but stood up calmly.
The tall figure instantly cast a more prominent shadow in the clinic.
He casually adjusted his already meticulously dressed cuffs while his gaze fixed intently on Pei Mo Ning's face from a short distance away. "Last time we were chatting, I mentioned Yunjinxuan. Their chef just caught a few Songjiang perch."
"There aren't many things. They said we need to make arrangements in advance." There was no mention of an invitation, but all the information pointed to the same purpose.
Pei Mo Ning met his determined gaze, and the smile in his eyes was finally no longer concealed, like a warm current under the broken ice on the lake in early spring, quietly spreading.
She neatly capped the pen and put it in the pen holder, then replied clearly, "I understand. Then this time..." She stood up, her eyes level with his, "It's my turn to treat, right? I remember the bill from last time very clearly."
Lu Yannan looked at her determination to regain the initiative, the suppressed arc at the corner of his lips deepened a little, he nodded his chin, and readily acknowledged: "Okay."
He answered simply, but as he turned to leave, he paused, tilted his head, and added meaningfully, "Then... according to the rules from last time? Shouldn't the person who treated us also be the driver?"
The logic is tight, and she applies her last reason exactly.
Pei Mo Ning was caught off guard, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Okay, I just hope Mr. Lu doesn't mind me driving slowly."
"No." Lu Yannan's voice was low, concise and powerful.
He walked to the door and grasped the door handle, but stopped before pushing it open and turned around.
The light and shadow at the door of the clinic just cut his face into angles of light and dark.
The deep gaze passed through the light and fell accurately on Pei Mo Ning's face again.
"Pei Mo Ning." He spoke, his voice a little lower than before, calling her name clearly, breaking the long-used "Miss Pei"
barrier.
"Are we planning to keep this race of addressing 'Mr. Lu' and 'Ms. Pei' like this forever?" He asked the question, probing it with a tone that didn't require an answer.
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