"Hey, Mr. Duan, are you okay?"

Duan Minghui opened his eyes and found a gentle middle-aged man wearing glasses opposite the sofa looking at him with concern, with his right hand on his left arm.

"Oh, no, nothing," Duan Minghui quietly took his arm out of the other party's control, "What's wrong with me?"

"You were a little excited just now. But it should be fine now. Should we continue, or take a break first and talk about it another day?" the middle-aged man said, making his moves charmingly.

"Oh, let's continue talking. Where are we talking about?" Duan Minghui sat back on the long sofa, rubbed his face heavily with his hands, then leaned back on the sofa in a comfortable position, and said.

"Okay, Mr. Duan. Let's continue. You just said that you cannot accept a new relationship because of your ex-wife..." The middle-aged man spread out the notebook in his hand and looked at it, held the glasses on his nose, and spoke.

"Wait, wait, let me sort it out first!" Duan Minghui interrupted him, patted his cheek, making himself more awake, and then continued: "The first question is, who are you? Where is this? What are we doing?"

The middle-aged man closed the notebook in his hand, put down the pen in his hand, and looked at Duan Minghui worriedly, "I am Dr. Chen, your designated psychologist. This is my medical license." He pointed to the doctor's license with a red seal on the wall next to him and said, and then knocked on the tempered side of the coffee table with his hand, recalling Duan Minghui's attention, and then continued: "This is my office and treatment room. We are undergoing psychological counseling and treatment. In fact, I personally am more accustomed to calling it a frank communication between two alienated strangers."

"So I am a patient, you are a psychologist, and you are undergoing psychological treatment on me?" Duan Minghui was a little uneasy. The word "psychopath" made him feel a vaguely strong sense of resistance.

"No, no, you are not my patient, you are just my client. And you are not here to treat any mental illness, but to seek rational advice from an objective third-party person. That's all. So you don't have to be nervous." Dr. Chen, Duan Minghui had just seen his name on his doctor's license, spreading his hands, pressing down, and comforting Duan Minghui.

Dr. Chen's low magnetic voice made Duan Minghui feel relieved, and at the same time, he could feel the other person's sincerity.

"Thank you." He thanked first, and then returned from the straight sitting position just now to a comfortable position of leaning back. "Then can you tell me your third-party rational advice?"

"Of course." Dr. Chen picked up the notebook and pen again, opened the notebook, and wrote while talking and recording. It can be seen that he is a very rigorous doctor.

"...You told me before that you met a girl that made you moved. Given that you said before that you and your ex-wife were just blind dates, this girl can also be said to be the first girl you really moved since you became an adult, right?" Dr. Chen raised his brow slightly and gave Duan Minghui a questioning look from above his glasses.

"Yes, I think that's the case." Duan Minghui thought for a while and nodded.

"...But you find that you can't accept her. You obviously want to get close to her, but you find that there is always a strong inner urge to run away that is stopping you, right?" Dr. Chen continued to ask.

"Well, if I said this to you, I can say that too." Duan Minghui tried hard to recall that he had never said such things before, but he couldn't remember anything, but he felt that those words were very consistent with his true psychological state.

"...Okay, the facts are clear. Let's talk openly and honestly. Is it OK? You know that for you, I am a person who will not appear in your real life. You can talk to me about all your real thoughts, good and bad. Are you ready to talk to me?" Dr. Chen put down his notebook and pen, stared straight into Duan Minghui's eyes, and said sincerely.

Duan Minghui also adjusted from a relaxed reclining position to a more formal sitting straight, with his back only gently touching the back of the sofa and not being subjected to stress.

"...I think I like this girl, but the problem is that I have never really been in love before, so I don't know if this kind of love is love! And whether it is age, life experience, or career, we have a very long distance. It is impossible to say that it is impossible to be together, but it is also very difficult. I don't know if I have the courage to overcome these difficulties..." Duan Minghui told his inner thoughts.

"Please continue." Dr. Chen held his chin with a pen, nodded at him, and signaled him to continue. He was listening.

"... Another important fact is that I always feel a little sorry for my ex-wife and my son. I know that she shouldn't feel guilty when she left me on her own initiative, but I have it, and I don't know why it is like this." Duan Minghui continued.

"Is there any?" Dr. Chen continued at the right time.

"Also, I don't know if I have the qualification to let others love me. You know, my ability and the ability to travel through many dream worlds are destined to meet many women who will make me fall in love with me, but I don't know if I have the qualification to make them fall in love with me. After all, I am destined not to be with them for a long time, and I am destined not to be devoted to one of them. So I think instead of making both parties suffer in the end, it's better not to love them at the beginning. It's good to forcefully maintain a husband-and-wife relationship with my ex-wife in name only. Anyway, all she needs is money and material, and all I need is to give my son a complete home. But I don't know if this idea will be too ostrich? And is it too cruel to those women who fall in love with me?" Duan Minghui finally said that, looking up at the psychologist opposite.

Dr. Chen did not answer him immediately, but pondered for a while before suddenly asking him a question: "Mr. Duan, do you know how people define love?"

Duan Minghui shook his head.

"Love, some people say it is the most delicious and precious thing in the world; but some people say it is the most painful and regretful thing in the world. Some people say it is an indispensable experience in life, and life is incomplete if it is lacking; but some people scoff at it, believing it is just an unreasonable and boring chemical reaction of hormones and hormones. There are not many of it, and it is impossible to lack it. Mr. Duan, what do you think?" Dr. Chen finally gave the question to Duan Minghui.

He shook his head, "To be honest, I never thought about this problem before I met Fang Xueyao. After meeting his ex-wife on a blind date, I was fanatical about the curiosity and pursuit of sex. After getting married, my ordinary life sucked away the throbbing and passion that I had at the beginning, and my life became dull. She liked to play mahjong, liked to eat better, dress better, and use better, but my income could not satisfy her. So I often had conflicts over trivial matters. Later, under the urging of the elderly on both sides, we had children, and the situation did not improve, and even became worse, because we both began to put more thoughts on the children and ignored each other. After reluctantly spending seven years together, she finally couldn't stand the light and boring life and chose to leave. So, I never knew what true love is and whether it exists or not."

"So you already have the answer, right?" Dr. Chen stared at Duan Minghui wisely and said, "What is love? Everyone has their own answer, and I think Mr. Duan, you already have your own answer. So, what should you do next, you should also have the answer, right?"

Duan Minghui thought about it and nodded, "Yes, I think I understand a little."

"Okay, since you understand, then our conversation will end, after all, your time is a bit tight."

"...Yes, just put down the gun--" The scene returned to reality. Fang Xueyao, who was emotionally excited, slowly put down the gun in her hand under Duan Minghui's comfort, then threw away the gun in her hand, threw it into his arms, and burst into tears.

"Okay, it's okay, everything is over and everything will be fine." He said softly, stroking her hair, both for her and for herself.
Chapter completed!