"And what is that?"
"Love," Mo Qingchen answered for her, knowing exactly how Qian Meng felt.
They turned to look at Mo Qingchen, who was staring at his hands, twisting his fingers together in a nervous gesture. When he finally did clear his throat, he looked up at her. The intensity in his eyes took her breath away. The look lasted for a brief second before he stood up.
"I am sorry… I don't want to talk in front of the doctor any longer."
She blinked at him, not understanding at first.
"I understand." The doctor interjected. "You must have a lot on your mind, Qingchen. And I won't force you to let me hear in on that conversation. You need some time to think and then speak to your wife in private…" they trailed off. "Let's end the session here."
"Uh… okay…" Qian Meng picked up her purse and shuffled to the door. She didn't understand what had just happened.
"Everything okay?" she asked as they stood in the elevator.
