Ye Xinping, who was originally sitting on the couch in a daze, suddenly looked up when she noticed someone else in the house.
"Why… Why are you back? What else do you want?" Seeing Lu Zijia return, Ye Xinping seemed a bit panicked.
The corners of Lu Zijia's mouth curled up slightly. "Nothing. I just came back to ask you a few questions."
"What questions?" Ye Xinping clenched her hands on the armrests of the couch into a fist subconsciously.
Lu Zijia moved her long legs and walked to Ye Xinping, looking down at her. "You're not mentally ill. At least, you're fine now, right?"
What Lu Zijia said made Ye Xinping's body stiffen abruptly and a trace of fear flashed through her lowered eyes.
"I… I don't know what you're talking about. It's true that I'm mentally ill. If you don't believe me, you can check it out."
