Love Is Not about Possessing but Giving Your Blessings 6

Lu Bancheng slowly pressed on the gas after the taxi had driven some distance. As he slowly drove past the entrance where she had walked in, his face immediately turned pale. It was a private psychology clinic.

Why did Xu Wennuan come here?

For a second, Lu Bancheng felt his heart almost stop. He was able to guess what was going on, but he didn’t want to think about it. He stopped the car, turned off the engine, and sat quietly while waiting for her to come out. She was gone for a long time.

As Lu Bancheng waited, his mind wandered all over the place, as if it didn’t even work. All his thoughts were random and disjointed, and even if he had jotted down all the things he had thought about, it still wouldn’t make sense. It was dinner time by the time Xu Wennuan finally exited the building. Upon seeing her, Lu Bancheng regained his composure and, worried that she would see his parked car, he immediately started it up and pulled forward a distance.

In his rearview mirror, Lu Bancheng saw Xu Wennuan get in a taxi, which did a U-turn and proceeded in the opposite direction. He didn’t look away from the rearview mirror until he saw the taxi disappear. He then stared straight ahead for a while before deciding to turn off the car. He pushed the door open, got out, and walked to the psychology clinic. Lu Bancheng looked up at the neon lights ahead of him for a few seconds before he walked into the building.Lu Bancheng pressed his lips together when he thought about her nightmare at the hospital last night. He didn’t care that the psychologist had refused to tell him any information about Xu Wennuan based on confidentiality. He asked, “Has she been coming to see you since March?”

The psychologist did not verbally answer him, but the shocked expression on his face clearly told Lu Bancheng that he was correct.

“Did she tell you that she often had nightmares about being…” Lu Bancheng looked down and continued, “Raped by a man?”

The psychologist looked even more shocked.

“Did she blame herself for losing a baby and feel horrible about it?”

After Lu Bancheng had correctly stated so many facts, the psychologist could not help but ask, “How do you know about all of this?”

Lu Bancheng tightly gripped his hands together with interlocking fingers. He lowered his head, stared at his hands, and ignored answering the question. Instead, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and took out all the cash. He placed it on the desk in front of the psychologist, asking, “Can you tell me what she told you?”