Patients who didn't follow medical advice were a headache, but following it too faithfully could have side effects, too.
On the surface, she was simply giving herself things. Even the methods that seemed maliciously playful were, on closer inspection, perfectly reasonable.
What was truly abnormal, however, was that while doing all this, her consciousness remained detached from herself.
Her messages were all about herself, and the arrangements were clearly aimed at her, yet in the process they had barely provoked even the faintest call for help.
This was undoubtedly a peculiar case of saying one thing while feeling another.
Lady Xixi had learned to enjoy the disconnect between thought and action that she'd recommended, even treating it as a game of self-training.
No wonder she'd been living with delusions for so many years. Ordinary people simply didn't have that kind of flexible control.
As for why he hadn't pointed this out when Xixi asked him just now, and had instead played along and given her the answer she wanted to hear?
There was no need.
In this world, he was already an anomaly. That didn't make this kind of mental black-box operation any less practical.
There was no need to rush into breaking down her "inner world," her safe zone.
"Thank you. But I can't accept a gift without giving something in return. Shouldn't I do something for you?"
Fu Qian showed not the slightest sign of regret over losing a house. He even took the initiative to bring up the question of compensation.
"It's fine. Consider it an advance payment—"
Seeing how much Fu Qian liked the gift, Xixi was very pleased with how things had turned out and gestured for him not to worry about it.
"Tell me more about that unusual experience you had back then. What