"If possible, could you tell me what you're thinking right now?" Nan Zhubin said softly.
The visitor was silent for two seconds, "...Are you asking about the details of the incident?"
Nan Zhubin replied, "If you want to talk about that, you can."
Inhale—Exhale—
The visitor's nostrils flared twice, then shook his head, "I can't say."
Watching the visitor close his eyes, the muscles in his cheeks became prominent.
Nan Zhubin tried to keep his tone gentle, "I understand. After all, something like this has happened."
The visitor didn't want to talk, but as a consultant, Nan Zhubin needed to guide the visitor in gradually releasing emotions.
After all, this counseling session was already close to crisis intervention.
"When did this happen?"
The visitor took a deep breath, "Four days ago."
"Hmm, not long ago." Nan Zhubin gently pressed his lips together, adjusting his expression.
"How is your daughter now?"
This question made the visitor shiver.
