The man's tone didn't sound like he was asking a question. Instead, there was a certainty in his voice, as if he had already made up his mind about the truth of this matter.
Song Qiao was momentarily stunned. By the time she realized what Chu Munan was saying, her complexion started to slowly grow pale. Then, biting her lip, she flatly denied, "No."
The hand by her side clenched tightly into a fist, and her facial expression turned somewhat suppressed, as if she was holding back her emotions.
Chu Munan's gaze was fixed on her profile the entire time. Song Qiao wasn't looking at him but slightly lowered her head, staring at her own shoes. He knew she was avoiding his gaze.
For a moment, Chu Munan suddenly regretted the question he had asked. He shouldn't have just bluntly put it to her, for whether she had suffered from depression in the past, it was already history.
Yet, for some reason, he had subconsciously blurted out the question.
