"…"
Tang Ling hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stood up as if to flee. "I have something to do…"
"Don't even think about running."
Zhou Chen grabbed her wrist, his voice firm. "You've been running from this for a long time. Constant avoidance is pointless; you have to face your problems head-on. Talk to me. Maybe I can help you solve them. Even if I can't, you'll at least have someone to confide in. Keeping things bottled up is a completely different experience from talking them out."
His words seemed to have an effect. A light flickered in Tang Ling's eyes, like a computer processing data. After a few seconds, her body gradually relaxed, and she sat back down.
"Tell me what's wrong," Zhou Chen said, adopting the calm demeanor of a therapist.
"I want to be human," Tang Ling said succinctly.
"…"
Stunned into silence for several seconds, Zhou Chen's mouth fell slightly agape. He hadn't expected such a direct answer.
