If someone had told Cheng Xi half a year ago that she’d fall in love with one of her patients who was suffering from emotional detachment, she probably would have thought that the other party was telling an unfunny joke.

But now, she knew that this joke was real, because the feelings in her chest were more than just a casual liking, deeper than liking.

Lu Chenzhou’s dazed and silly expression, his stupid liking, his stiff textbook-like manner of wooing her, and his serious expression when looking for love—all of this made her inexorably fall for him a little bit more.

Cheng Xi hugged the hand by her face tightly, lifted her head, and kissed it lightly as she said, “Lu Chenzhou, it’s fine even if you can’t love me, because I’ll love you in your stead. This will be our house, and over here, you can do whatever you want. You can laugh when you’re happy, cry when you’re sad, and when...