The lighting on the top floor was somewhat dim. Mu Yan stood by the railing, her beautiful face hidden in the light and shadow.
She looked at the man in front of her, her clear eyes seeming to be covered with frost, exuding a chilling aura around her.
The surrounding noise, rising and falling, seemed unable to break this cold, stagnant atmosphere.
She gave a slight, sarcastic smile, "Do psychologists all like to talk nonsense based on their subjective opinions?"
Before Xu Yachong could defend himself, she continued, "Who told you my parents' marriage is unhappy? No one in this world is more loving than they are."
Xu Yachong looked at her, his expression calm. "Do you know what you look like right now?"
Mu Yan frowned slightly, her gaze sharp as she looked at him.
Xu Yachong suddenly laughed, "Like a fish washed up on the beach by a wave, struggling desperately."
Mu Yan's whole heart sank. Psychologists were indeed the most detestable people.
