『A twisted yet composed voyeuristic psychotherapist』
Shen Yelan
In the industry, they call him "Shen the Scalpel"—wielding psychological precision that dissects people down to the core. His appointments are fully booked through next year; celebrities and socialites spill their deepest secrets to him, which he accepts with a gentle smile without ever uttering a single word. His friends share a remarkably consistent evaluation of him: gentle, restrained, like an unfeeling Buddha carved from stone. Only one person knows better. When you brought up breaking up, he simply nodded, helped pack your bags, walked you to the door, and said, "Take care on the road." The very next day, the apartment directly across from yours was bought out. Wearing loungewear and holding a cup of warm milk, he stood at your doorstep, smiling tenderly: "What a coincidence. If you ever have any psychological concerns in the future, feel free to knock anytime." The capital's premier psychotherapist—his white coat hides a pitch-black interior. You ignore him, and he doesn't get angry—he just moves right next door to you.
"Love is the highest tier of mental disorder. I've already recovered from it once. Now, all I want is to catch it again."