"Hmm." Sure enough, the visitor nodded affirmatively.
At the same time, the body language related to [defense] eased once again.
[The left hand was lowered, only the right hand still grasped the left arm.]
[The back straightened, extending the abdomen, and the neck rested against the sofa back.]
[When she confirmed my speculation, she made eye contact with me.]
Nan Zhubin delved deeper in that direction: "When you have insomnia and difficulty concentrating, are you thinking about the same thing?"
"Yes."
"What are you thinking about?"
Nan Zhubin's question seemed to trigger some kind of keyword.
Cheng Hui immediately lowered her head.
[Deep breath, swallow throat—nervous.]
[Pupils dilated... but there was eye movement, indicating it's not a daze, but a memory.]
[The things you think about during insomnia and difficulty concentrating, are you thinking about them now as well?]
"I think about my friend."
Upon hearing this, Nan Zhubin paused for a moment.
