The wandering heat, the prying eyes, and then one waxing as the other waned?
Throughout it all, Madam Tracy had tried her utmost to remain composed, yet Fu Qian, watching as an observer, had found her account remarkably vivid and emotive.
Clearly, the seemingly carefree and cheerful life at the sanatorium was only a superficial impression.
For the person involved, this was plainly a process filled with change and entanglement.
On one hand, her troubles really were slowly being healed. What had initially been nothing more than an attempt to find somewhere to lock herself away had genuinely produced the effect of recuperation.
On the other hand, that healing had brought unease, because it worked through an extremely abnormal psychological sensation—so much so that she even felt as if her life were withering away because of it. Wasn't this too normal? Wasn't a sanatorium supposed to be like this?
Never escalate a problem too easily.
On one hand, he had not been deceived by Madam Tracy's outward appearance and had keenly perceived the hidden circumstances.
On the other hand, he had not fallen into fantastical imaginings simply because of the horrifying description.
At that moment, Fu Qian had even viewed things from the perspective of a medical professional, feeling that Madam Tracy's reaction was quite textbook.
Normally, anyone who needed to visit a sanatorium either suffered from a physical imbalance or a psychological one.
Compared with the more obvious healing process of the former, however, Fu Qian felt that the latter often did not seek to return to how things had been. Rather, it sought to gradually establish a new state of equilibrium and accept a new self.
Once he considered it from that angle, did Madam Tracy's situation really require any supernatural elements at all?
Even the cleverest housewife