After Xiao Yu saw the secret hidden in Fang Ling's heart,
his feelings grew complicated.
This young woman's despair was not life-threatening, nor did it involve separation or death, but it had been buried deep for a long time.
The thing she found so hard to talk about, yet wanted help with...
"Miss Fang Ling, I understand your difficulty now, but unless you talk about it, there's no way to truly resolve it."
Fang Ling was a little nervous. "Master Xiao, couldn't you just change my future or something?"
"That would only treat the symptoms, not the cause. If it happens again, will you ask me to change it again? And then repeat that forever? If you keep running away, it will only lead to more... bad things."
"But... if I say it..."
"As I see it, you're simply dealing with 'excessive feelings of inferiority' and 'mental illness.' When you're ill, you need treatment. There's nothing shameful about that."
"Ah... well... could you let me think about it a little longer?"
"Of course."
Silence fell over the video call for a while.
Fang Ling's brows were tightly furrowed. She looked deeply conflicted, wanting to speak but holding back.
The livestream viewers began guessing again.
"An inferiority complex? Seriously? A girl this cool feels inferior? Then I might as well stop living. I feel inferior enough to jump off a building!!"
"Damn, this doesn't seem to be what we thought."
"This is why I hate people who talk in riddles!! What's the big deal? Just say it and get it over with!"
"Exactly. You came here for help and a fortune reading, but you won't talk. Are you messing around?"
"I think she probably didn't expect to get picked... so she wasn't mentally prepared!"
"The comment above nailed it!"
"I feel