IP Chapter 72.2

Incurable Pain | Chapter 72.2

“Are you the girl from back then?”

Bai Xunyin was startled, “What?”

“I know Xiao Yu had a girlfriend in high school whom he loved very much. He came to see me five years ago because of her,” Lu Ying’s eyes showed no condemnation, only gentle questioning. 

“Is it you?”

Awakening from her narrative, Bai Xunyin nodded openly.

There was nothing to deny.

“I knew it was you. Xiao Yu is a faithful person.” Lu Ying couldn’t help but smile, feeling like she had solved a mystery. 

“The first time he came to me, it was because his childhood robot broke down.”

“A precocious thirteen-year-old boy came to see a psychologist because his robot broke down? It sounds a bit strange, but that’s just how Xiao Yu is. He looks mature and restrained on the outside, but due to his original family situation, he’s sentimental and faithful.”

“I remember him saying that the robot was his first birthday present as a child. Even though it was old-fashioned and rigid, he still loved it.”

“And no matter how many robots he had afterward, he didn’t like them anymore.”

Robots were like that, let alone real people?

No wonder Lu Ying said she wasn’t surprised that Bai Xunyin was the girl from six years ago, because Yu Luoyin, a person like him… wouldn’t compromise, only be devoted to one person.

“Xiao Yu’s insecurity comes from his original family situation, from the pressure his parents put on him and the coldness in their parent-child relationship.”

“Why do you demand so much from me? Why don’t you show me a little bit of pathetic affection? Why are the relationships between all the families and children in the cla.s.s closer than ours?” 

Lu Ying sighed, narrating the anxiety and sensitivity of the young boy from the perspective of a bystander.

“Children long for their parents’ love. The less they receive, the more they want it. Xiao Yu isn’t afraid to grow up under their harsh demands, but sometimes he really wants some ordinary family affection.”

“But in his family, precisely this kind of ordinary affection is the rarest.”

Bai Xunyin thought of Gu Yan, of the time when faced with her son’s fractured knee in the hospital, she only glanced briefly and left in a hurry, unable to help but narrow her eyes.

An indescribable frustration surged in her heart.

Thirteen-year-old boys shouldn’t understand those things.

But Xiao Yue was smart, and he couldn’t be fooled by deceptive therapy—such as the nonsense about studying hard to meet his parents’ expectations so they would love him. 

Lu Ying scoffed coldly, dismissing it, “So I had to change tactics. I told him that his parents’ demanding requirements were like a complex puzzle, a pa.s.sword to make him stronger. When you grow strong enough, your parents will start asking for your love.”

And that was indeed the case.

Lu Ying’s ability to establish her own psychological counseling room at such a young age spoke volumes about her capabilities.

She knew how to tailor her treatment to different people.

For a young man like Yu Luoyin, who was cold and aloof, sympathy and persuasion were useless; only stimulation worked.

And what Lu Ying said was indeed correct. The more outstanding he became, the more attention he attracted from Gu Yan and Yue Yuan. Yu Luoyin’s growing strength at first was just for “revenge” against them.

But later, he became less and less ostentatious, growing more mature beyond his years.

“He received treatment from me for three years and stopped when he entered high school.” 

Lu Ying finished her rambling, recalling an unexpected incident. 

“But during his senior year, he came once, not for himself, but…”

Lu Ying’s mind was so cleverly circuitous that she remembered Yu Luoyin’s anxious inquiry about “post-traumatic stress disorder” back then, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

What kind of person could make a young man like Yu Luoyin come to her for advice?

“Miss Bai, forgive my presumption.” 

Lu Ying tentatively asked, “Could you speak in high school? Or did you have symptoms of selective mutism?”

Bai Xunyin was somewhat taken aback, “Yes… did Xiao Yu tell you?”

“No, he didn’t.” Lu Ying shook her head, twirling her pen elegantly. 

“He came to ask me.”

“He asked me how to cure a girl who couldn’t speak after a severe trauma, thinking back, it should have been you.

All the doubts seemed to converge into a solid circle at this moment.

Bai Xunyin finally understood why Yu Luoyin from six years ago had used that method to stimulate her—it wasn’t just from reading books; he had also consulted.

“That silly boy has a dark side to his personality, otherwise, I guess you wouldn’t have left him for six years.” 

Lu Ying looked at Bai Xunyin’s expression and understood, smiling. 

“But he really loves you, unwaveringly.”

“Young lady, don’t be afraid to love him boldly.”

“What he desires most in his life should be pure and pa.s.sionate affection.”

“If you two ever get married, make sure to invite me to the wedding.”

At this moment, Yu Luoyin’s mysterious past, the dark corners behind his carefree demeanor, seemed to be slowly unveiled.

Bai Xunyin had never thought she would feel sorry for the thirteen-year-old boy from back then after over a decade.

Yes, Yu Luoyin had indeed been a jerk, but how much internal debate had he gone through to grow into a person willing to heal others’ pain?

He had really become very well-behaved and mature.

After a while, Bai Xunyin deeply exhaled, her pent-up emotions dissipating as she smiled.

“Doctor Lu, we will send you a wedding invitation.”