The sunlight streamed through the blinds onto Chen Lizhou's face and his hands resting on his knees.
"Very good, keep it up," Nan Zhubin's voice remained gentle, "Now, shift your attention from your breathing to your chest—"
"Feel, when you think of that student, when you think about meeting him, what does your chest feel like?
"Is it heavy, tight, cool, or is there a faint warmth? No need to judge, no need to think, just feel and accept this sensation."
Chen Lizhou closed his eyes.
Initially, he only felt a faint heaviness, accompanied by a sense of blockage. It was somewhat similar to the feeling during previous Dissociation, vague and distant, like being separated by a thin membrane.
But as his focus intensified, and his breathing steadied, the heaviness gradually gave way to a faint, warm sensation.
He truthfully described his feelings: "At first it was a bit heavy, but then there was some warmth—now it feels a bit hot."
"Very good, keep feeling it."
