Thinking about last night's events, Bai Wu couldn't help but darken his expression.

As dark as a piece of charcoal.

Mu Yi'er bit her lip, her face full of worry, and said tremblingly, "Bai, Bai Wu, you, you don't have to be like this, trying to be strong. I, I won't despise you. The psychologist I know is really, really good, and should, should be able to cure your illness..."

Bai Wu: "..."