"Good morning, Sister Qingtang!"
The next day at work, An Wuyou greeted Zhou Qingtang as normally as if nothing had happened, just like a week ago.
Her smile was warmer than the winter sun.
The female colleague sitting next to An Wuyou was stunned.
These past few days, she noticed that An Wuyou was always avoiding Zhou Qingtang. She thought An Wuyou had finally come to her senses and stopped trying to win him over, but only a few days later... she's already trying to win him over again?!
"Good morning!"
Zhou Qingtang still wore her ever-present smile, and when she greeted An Wuyou, she looked her into her eyes, as if she had no idea that An Wuyou had followed her the night before.
After saying hello, Zhou Qingtang went into his office.
The sound of the door closing completely cut off the view from the outside.
The office curtains were drawn, so An Wuyou couldn't see what was going on inside.
The female colleague sitting next to An Wuyou noticed that she was sitting absentmindedly in her seat, glancing towards Zhou Qingtang's office door from time to time, and asked in confusion, "Do you need to see Sister Qingtang for something?"
Normally, he was as energetic as a little sun, but today he was unusually silent, only smiling when he first saw Zhou Qingtang.
His face was grave, as if something terrible had happened.
"Oh? It's nothing, it's nothing."
An Wuyou snapped out of her daze and pretended to be busy tidying up the table to avoid her female colleague's probing gaze, thus covering up her lie.
Yes, something really happened. After leaving Zhou Qingtang's neighborhood yesterday, An Wuyou went to see a psychologist and described what she had observed.
After listening to her description, the psychologist looked grave. In this situation, if Zhou Qingtang was not actually not sick and was just a normal person, then she had reached the point of severe emotional disorder.
Moreover, she hides her illness, has an extremely high IQ, and will never easily cooperate with doctors for treatment.
This is one of the most troublesome situations.
The psychologist cannot draw a conclusion at this time and can only ask An Wuyou to continue to observe. Of course, it would be best if the patient could come in person if the opportunity arises.
This approach is clearly not feasible right now, because An Wuyou can't just directly tell Zhou Qingtang, "Sister, you're sick, I'll take you to see a doctor..."
If she said that, people would probably think she was the one who was sick.
So now she can only proceed step by step, to see if she can discover anything about how Zhou Qingtang developed her emotional disorder and how she can help her.
"Where are you going?" The female colleague noticed the noise from the chair next to her, turned her head and saw An Wuyou carrying a thick stack of documents, seemingly going off to do something. She asked casually.
"I need to speak with Sister Qingtang about something." After answering the question, An Wuyou ignored the surprised looks from the others and walked towards Zhou Qingtang's office on her own.
Others' inner thoughts: What's going on? Wasn't An Wuyou avoiding Zhou Qingtang lately? Why is she suddenly going to find him again?
But no one is destined to answer their questions.
An Wuyou pondered for a long time in the chair and decided to take the initiative. Since she couldn't see him from the outside, she would find a reason to stay in the same room with Zhou Qingtang.
She specifically found an extremely thick document, which, barring any unforeseen circumstances, would allow her to stay in Zhou Qingtang's office for a whole day.
An Wuyou walked to the door and knocked as usual. Without waiting for Zhou Qingtang's response, she pushed the door open and entered.
When they first met, An Wuyou was a little shy, with a fan's filter for Zhou Qingtang, and wanted to perform well in front of her idol. She would only enter after Zhou Qingtang said "please come in". But later, as they got to know each other better, she became more casual, sometimes knocking and sometimes not.
Zhou Qingtang wouldn't say anything to her; she didn't seem to mind her entering her space.
However, other colleagues had to knock on the door and get a response before entering Zhou Qingtang's office.
An Wuyou was spoiled by Zhou Qingtang, which is why she did things like stalking him and approaching him even though she knew he had a mental illness.
She always felt that she was different from others in Zhou Qingtang's heart because Zhou Qingtang would make exceptions for her.
An Wuyou held the documents in one arm and pushed the door open with the other. The heavy documents weighed down on her arm, making it seem like she was struggling.
"Sister Qingtang, what are you doing?"
As soon as An Wuyou entered the room, she saw Zhou Qingtang quickly pull down his shirt sleeves, and a glimpse of white flashed by inside, but An Wuyou couldn't see it clearly.
How strange! In the middle of summer, why is Sister Qingtang still wearing long-sleeved clothes? Isn't she hot?
"What's up?"
Zhou Qingtang was treating the wound on her arm when she heard the knock on the door. She quickly put away the ointment on the table, but didn't have time to straighten her sleeve.
I did a quick treatment last night, and I need to change the dressing this morning so it will heal faster.
She wasn't sure if An Wuyou had seen it; she had been a bit careless today and had forgotten that An Wuyou was an exception.
Previously, Zhou Qingtang would treat her wounds directly in her office because no one would be allowed to enter or leave her office at will.
Since An Wuyou arrived, Zhou Qingtang noticed that she rarely had an episode. Except for yesterday, she hadn't self-harmed for a very long time.
Since there was no injury, there was no need to treat the wound, so she gradually allowed An Wuyou to freely enter and leave her office.
She was like a stray cat I fed. At first, she was wary, but after realizing I meant no harm, she cautiously began to approach. Once she was completely familiar with me, she became more and more at ease. Whenever she heard my footsteps or smelled my scent, she would run out. Occasionally, she would even act a little temperamental and scratch me with her little paws to test my patience.
Zhou Qingtang let her test him, and it was quite interesting to watch her observe him warily while also "entering his room".
During this week, An Wuyou stopped entering the office as casually as usual, which made Zhou Qingtang forget that, with her tacit consent, there was someone who could freely enter and leave her space without knocking.
Seeing An Wuyou's questioning look, Zhou Qingtang was certain that she hadn't seen the gauze on her arm.
If she saw it, given her personality, she definitely wouldn't just stand there blankly; she would definitely be anxious and start crying.
Therefore, Zhou Qingtang cleverly avoided An Wuyou's question, instead throwing out a question to change the subject and keeping the conversation in his own hands.
"I have a few questions I don't quite understand. Sister Qingtang, could you teach me?"
An Wuyou seemed a little uneasy. She had barely spoken a few words to Zhou Qingtang in almost a week. Would she think she was acting strangely...?
He inexplicably distanced himself from her before, but now he's inexplicably getting close to her again...
"Sure, come and sit down." Zhou Qingtang still had a faint smile on his face, pointed to the chair opposite the desk, and gestured for An Wuyou to sit down.
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