He went silent for a second before leaning his back to the couch. "Heard from the staff who reported it. They were gossiping since according to them, the name sounds very familiar."
My lips parted. Should I feel ashamed because people knew about my condition? I mean, in someway, they knew. But the moment they were aware that I am a patient of Ziyoon, it's already understandable that I am sick mentally.
Wait, that was so harsh to define myself. Really.
Vie must notice that I became silent because he turn to look at me. He is staring down at me based on my peripheral vision and so he move an inch away, slumping his left leg on the couch and his left hand on the headrest before he leans on to check me on my face. "Are you okay?"
Because of that, my impulses told me to move and look at
