Chapter 219 - The psycho (2/2)

That is how much it had affected Yan Mei. It had been years since it happened, but still, it had bothered and haunted her this much.

To calm herself down, Yan Mei drank her coffee as if it was water. She then put the mug down as she stared right back at Ms. Qing, who was waiting patiently for her.

”I was in a cold dark room,” she said, her lips almost trembling. ”In that room, I always felt pain and headache. I...”

Ms. Qing didn't say a word. She slowly opened her notebook specifically for her patient's log that was on her desk. She took down some notes about what Yan Mei was telling her.

”Someone took me and made me stay in an empty room. There was no food, no water, and I have always been alone.”

Now, Yan Mei had a scared expression on her face. Her head was almost shaking as she suddenly stopped sharing, Ms. Qing furrowing her brows in worry as she had never seen an expression such as this on Yan Mei's face.

Yan Mei remembered that the wait inside that room made her anxious and, at the same time, happy. She was uneasy because she was alone in the room, and at the same time glad since the man wasn't back yet.

She then remembered how the creaking of the door made her body cold even though there were times that she sweated to death inside of that room. Yan Mei felt cold sweat running down her back as her eyes started pooling tears.

”N-no... the psycho... he's haunting me.”

When Ms. Qing held her hand out of worry, Yan Mei immediately jolted in her seat as she instantly pulled her hand away from her, both of her hands covering her mouth as she almost shouted.

”I-I'm sorry, Ms. Qing,” Yan Mei apologized as she realized that it was her who held her, and not the man he feared. She sighed as she took deep breaths, trying her best to keep her composure in front of her therapist.

”Mrs. Lei,” Ms. Qing said, worry evident in her voice. ”If I may ask, what is haunting you?”

Yan Mei did not say a word as she stared blankly at the door. The voice of the man echoed in her head as she imagined what had happened years ago.

”Did you miss me, little kitty?”

”Mrs. Lei?”

Ms. Qing looked at the door as if Yan Mei was talking to a person whom both of them cannot see. Yan Mei then averted her gaze on the door as the hands on her skirt tightened on its cloth.

”Those are his words,” she mumbled, Ms. Qing furrowing her brows in wonder.

”Whose words, Mrs. Lei?”

Yan Mei's body stiffened as if she looked at Medusa, and the beastly snake had petrified her. She then looked at Ms. Qing, her eyes reflecting fear as she answered her therapist's question.

”Him. The psycho.”