The sunlight at four o'clock in the afternoon slanted through the blinds of the consulting room, casting alternating light and dark stripes on the off-white sofa. The gel pen held between Xie Ci's fingertips paused lightly on the notebook, and his eyes fell on the curled up woman opposite - Lin Zhixia did not wear her signature neatly tailored suit and skirt today, and changed into a smoky gray sweater. The cuffs were piled loosely on her wrists. Her long hair, which was always meticulously combed, was also rolled up casually. A few strands of hair hung down on her cheeks, covering the corners of her habitually pursed mouth.
