Xukun's POV
My hands tremble as I enter the motel from the photo. Nothing has changed. Everything seems to be the same. It all feels familiar however so strange at the same time. My face is covered under a mask and sunglasses. No one can recognise me. Either my fans, reporters or my friends. At least I hope so.
I hesitated a lot whether to call and meet this girl or not. When I found her in my browser history and realised she is Stephanie Lin a therapist I started to wonder. Yanjun and Ziyi seemed really confused while looking at the photo. That means I probably had some secrets I didn't want them to find out. Or they are just really good at acting but I really doubt that. I'm sure I saw a hint of anger in Ziyi's eyes however I had no idea when it came from. Did he thought I had an affair with this woman? But even if...why he reacted like that?
I walk through the corridors looking for room number 27 where she is supposed to wait for me. Now I wonder if my hesitation was a good move. I mean I don't know if they had already found her or not. I remember that Yanjun's skills were great however I don't know if that brilliant. I don't know how much have changed.
There is so many things I don't know and it kills me. I feel like that one friend that is always misinformed about everything.
I find the room and open the door slowly. The creak sound echos through the empty silent hall and I slowly walk in closing the door behind me. I hope no one had seen me nor taken a photo this time. It wouldn't be good. I wonder who took it that time and why it didn't go public. If it had been a reporter or a fan it would be all over the news but since everyone was so surprised and she agreed to meet me I guess it didn't.
"Hello, Xukun. It's nice to see you again," the woman suddenly says. She gestures me to sit down on a chair in front of her and I do so. Stephanie looks a lot older than on the photo. I notice a gold ring on her finger so I guess she's married. It's not possible I had an affair with way older married woman right? I might be cocky but I couldn't be such a jerk.
"I guess...can I just ask you the significant question? Who are to me?" I ask straightforward. I might have been too frank but it just kills me not to know. She doesn't seem surprised by my question and even a corner of her mouth rises up a bit.
"I'm your therapist. Nothing less and nothing more. We met few times because you had problems with yourself. The hateful comments used to affect to you so much that you would drink too much and say things you shouldn't to the closest people. You wanted to stop it," she explains and I listen carefully. Was I really that bad?
"But to who exactly?" I question not fully satisfied. The woman looks away for a brief moment and answers. "Your friends. You didn't disclose those information." I can't help but to be suspicious about her statement. I have a strong feeling she is hiding something. Something really important. I guess someone has seen her already. So she wouldn't tell me everything. I delayed this meeting for too long. Now I know I should never underestimate the power of my friends. But why didn't they tell me they found her? Even if they had meet her and she was my therapist only, why didn't they just say so?
"You think I'm lying, don't you?" she asks suddenly and continues not waiting for my respond. "I can understand. But I promise you we had never be anything more but you must have come to this conclusion yourself. There is a lot of things for you to recall but I can't help you with that. I also don't know much."
I guess she says the truth. There is something she hides and this is something that everyone has been hiding from me. I won't take it out of her.
"Does they know? I guess they have already seen you," I say and she looks down taking a deep breath.

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