Chapter 681

Although he was a foreigner, Dr. Meio spoke Chanaean fluently. One could not have guessed his
nationality right just by listening to his impeccable accent.

Dr. Meio seemed to be able to read her mind like a book. He explained, “I came to Chanaea with my
parents when I was ten, so I can speak good Chanaean. Please take a seat, Ms. Moore.”

Just like that, Arielle felt that he was quite clever.

As she sat opposite the doctor, he passed her a few sheets of paper. “This is a psychology
questionnaire that I’ve created. I do think that it’s better than the generic survey used internationally. Go
ahead and fill it out as we have a little chit-chat.”

“Okay.” Arielle nodded.

She took approximately an hour to complete the detailed survey.

“Please wait a moment,” uttered Dr. Meio. Few minutes later, he returned with an analysis in his hands
and a confused look on his face. “Ms. Moore, from our conversations as well as the questionnaire
report, there’s no issue with your mental health. In fact, you’re doing very well psychologically. The
results show that you’re comparatively more assured, strong, and resolute than the majority. May I
know why you are seeking consultation?”

Arielle hesitated, but decided to share all of the weird encounters she had experienced recently with
the doctor.

The more she described, the more peculiar he looked at her.

Frowning, she stopped and asked anxiously, “What’s wrong, Dr. Meio? Is my condition extremely
serious?”



Dr. Meio rubbed his nose, unsure how to respond to her.

He thought for a while. “Ms. Moore, have you ever been in a relationship?”

Arielle denied, “No.”

Dr. Meio fell silent again. Subsequently, he pursued further, “Ms. Moore, do you watch any soap
operas, romantic movies or read any romance novels?”

“No, I don’t,” she replied. “Those are for people to kill time. Free time is so sacred, I’d treasure it by
watching financial news.”

Perplexed, Dr. Meio found her response simply unbelievable. “A girl at your age enjoys watching
financial news… Wow, Ms. Moore, I can’t wrap my head around this. There’s no wonder your first
reaction was to consult a psychologist upon feeling what you felt.”

“What do you mean by that?” Arielle was dumbfounded.

Grinning from ear to ear, Dr. Meio stood up and shook her hand.

“Congratulations, Ms. Moore, you’re in love!” he declared.

Meanwhile, Trisha was sipping tea at the waiting room.

Just when she was about to make the fourth run to the bathroom, Arielle finally appeared.

“Sannie!” Trisha dashed to her and queried, “What did Dr. Meio say?”

With a complicated expression hanging on her face, Arielle shook her head as though her soul had left
her. Then, she said with a hoarse voice, “Let’s head back to campus first. It’s almost time for lecture.”



“What’s going on?” Seeing how downcast Arielle was, Trisha was worried sick.

Coincidentally, Dr. Meio approached them and overheard Trisha’s questions. He chuckled. “Don’t you
worry, Trish. Your friend is absolutely fine.”

“But…”

Arielle’s despondent look says otherwise. How is this considered all is well?

During the journey back, Arielle was exceptionally quiet. She stared blankly out of the window and at
the landscape in reverse motion.

Trisha developed an uncanny feeling toward Arielle’s unusual behavior, and it bugged her a lot.

She faltered several times, holding back the urge to find out exactly what happened. She was scared
that her questions might trigger something unhappy. In the end, Trisha chose not to say a word.


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