[If you are nearsighted, at a fork in a dreamlike forest, 1: Lost Glasses, 2: Imperial Legion.]
Two options, Christino chose 2.
[If a plush toy had life, 1: Remove its heart, it will belong to you forever, but will become a ragdoll. 2: Let it spin and dance in the distance, glancing at it occasionally.]
Christino: 2.
[If you were stranded on a deserted island with only one year to live, which would you choose to accompany you? 1: Various survival tools. 2: The woman you love.]
Christino: 1
...The little test didn't have too many questions, a total of 20.
Christino finished in less than ten minutes. Kornberg stayed by his side, glancing at him from time to time.
From her eyes, she saw that he was seriously reviewing and answering the questions.
This time, he had let down his guard and was no longer being perfunctory.
Kornberg was satisfied.
When she saw all of Christino's answers, her lips curved slightly—good, the answers were as she expected.
"Sir," Kornberg said, "You already have the answers in your heart, don't you?"
Christino: "..."
His mood remained heavy, not eased in the slightest by having just answered a few multiple-choice questions.
Kornberg looked at the questions and said, "Based on your choices, I will analyze your personality attributes."
"In fact, you are a strong person with a strong sense of career, not limited by romantic relationships."
"You have a world in your heart; changing the world and setting its laws is your greatest source of happiness."
"There is an old Chinese saying, 'A man's ambition lies in all directions; a great man is not bothered by trivial matters.'"
"This type of man usually lives with great clarity."
Christino: "........."
Was he spending his time and energy to listen to her flattery?
Fortunately, before the man could voice his displeasure, Kornberg spoke again, "Let's talk about your emotional attributes."
"For a man as intelligent and powerful as you, if you were surviving on a deserted island, what advantages of time and place couldn't you utilize?"
"But you chose not to have a soulmate accompany you through the remaining time."
"What does that indicate?"
"You cannot bear to see her live a lonely and desolate life in her remaining years; you love her more than you love yourself."
"Therefore, you are a giving type in terms of relationships."
This was the most Kornberg had spoken since they had known each other. Previously, she would listen to him, or they would remain in silence, rarely engaging in conversation.
"Is that so?" Then what? What did she want to say?
Christino asked indifferently.
Kornberg analyzed logically: "In other words, people with this kind of personality don't necessarily have to obtain what they like."
"You would rather see her live happily."
Christino frowned, his expression becoming increasingly serious: "—"
Seeing that the atmosphere had been built up and everything that needed to be said had been said, Kornberg advised, "Sir, let go."
"Let yourself go, and let Miss Du go too."
The first time she saw Christino, she knew he had made a decision.
Although she didn't know what had happened tonight to move him, this veil of misunderstanding needed to be pierced by someone.
To persuade him to let go, to stop being obstinate.
Christino: ...Let go?
He—
Kornberg stood up and took out all the items Christino had previously used to "bribe" her from the drawer, returning them to him as they were: "Sir, please take them back."
Christino's breath hitched, "I never take back what I give."
Kornberg insisted, "Please do not insult my professional ethics as a doctor."
She had accepted these valuable gifts at the time because only then could Christino believe she had been bought off and would always speak for him, allowing him to let down his guard and cooperate with her consultation.
Christino paused for half a second, then extended his hand, "You are a good doctor."