Chapter 200 Which Title Do You Prefer?

Lu Zhaozhao clearly sensed something amiss with Song Sinian.

He himself, due to depression, was utterly incapable of expressing emotions.

In the time she had spent with him, she had only just begun to grasp a basic understanding.

But it was the first time Lu Zhaozhao had seen Song Sinian so despondent and with such clear self-loathing.

He had acted so well during their time together that she almost forgot he was a patient struggling with depression.

Lu Zhaozhao's small hand gently patted Song Sinian, trying to soothe his emotions.

But...it was of no use.

She took a deep breath, slowly cupped Song Sinian's cheeks, and said word by word, "Mr. Song, I swear, no one is more important than you here."

It had always been that way.

Song Sinian's dark pupils trembled slightly, and his slightly pursed lips slowly parted, "You...prove it to me."

Prove that he was the most important.

He said this, but the arms hugging Lu Zhaozhao's tightened even more than before.