The man's tone didn't seem like he was asking a question, but there was a sense of certainty in his words, as if he had already concluded the truth of the matter.
For a moment, Song Qiao was stunned, and when she finally realized what Chu Munan was saying, her face slowly began to grow pale. She bit her lip and directly denied it, "No."
The hand by her side clenched tightly into a fist; her facial expression was somewhat restrained, as if suppressing the emotions within her heart.
Chu Munan's gaze remained fixed on the profile of her face. Song Qiao didn't look at him; instead, she slightly lowered her head to stare at her shoes, knowing she was avoiding his eyes.
For a moment, Chu Munan suddenly regretted asking the question. He shouldn't have asked her so directly, because whether she had depression in the past was a matter already gone by.
But earlier, he didn't know if he was possessed by some demon, as he asked it subconsciously.
