She looked up at Jiang Yu and the others and said:
"Both these plates of sweet and sour fish are delicious, but for some reason, I just want to eat the one at the back."
She frowned, pondering for a moment, then added,
"How should I put it, you guys haven't had depression, so you might not understand that feeling. People with depression are surrounded by sadness and despair every day, feeling very helpless.
When I tasted this plate of sweet and sour carp, it was as if a small crack opened up in the cage surrounding me, giving me hope of escape.
But the first plate of sweet and sour carp, while tangy and tasty, is merely a stimulation of the taste buds. Deep inside, there's still a slight resistance.
Hmm, that's about it. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
After hearing Pan Jingchen's words, Jia Dequan and Jiang Yu couldn't help but exchange glances, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
