After sitting there stunned for a while, it seemed that certain things he had been gripping tightly all along, stubbornly refusing to let go of, suddenly slipped from his grasp at that moment.
And something awakened. Deep within Du Muhan, in a place that had never been touched by sunlight, the clouds suddenly parted, revealing the light of day.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel, then gradually relaxed, and his entire body and spirit relaxed with them.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. He turned to look at Su Qiao. "Great Psychologist, do you want to give me another lesson?"
Perhaps it was because she had already seen his most pathetic side, or perhaps Su Qiao's approach had been so subtle and considerate of his feelings that when Du Muhan said this, he was no longer as resistant or unnatural as before.
"You're so smart. Do you still need me to give you lessons?"
Su Qiao knew that he had let go of some things.
From the moment they first met, Su Qiao had vaguely sensed that he seemed to be carrying some kind of psychological burden. That was why he would rather interact with corpses and small animals than communicate with people.
"Even the smartest people can have moments when they deceive themselves."
Looking at the girl beside him, who was rolling her eyes, Du Muhan smiled much more openly this time.
Actually, what he wanted to say was that the reason he had figured some things out was not because of her words of comfort, but because of who she was.
He hated people who had possessed everything from the moment they were born, but he hated even more those who lived happy lives yet loved to preach without feeling the pain themselves. As for her,