Then what good is her beauty?
Her world seemed to suddenly become utterly destitute. She lay in bed all day, staring blankly at the ceiling, with sounds by her ears like a nightmare, ceaselessly repeating, whether awake or asleep.
Five hours later, Shang Yu's final hypnosis treatment ended.
Luo Xi dragged her feet out of the treatment room, too tired to speak.
Meanwhile, Shang Zonghai remained dignified, though the dark red at the corners of his eyes hinted at a hint of exhaustion.
Lastly, there was Ming Dailan, her face full of tears. Luo Xi gave her a subconscious hypnosis apology command. Even after the treatment ended, she was still crying and murmuring, "It's not your fault, it's not your fault. I know that bowl was fetal protection medicine... it's all my fault."
Wei Ang pushed Ming Dailan away, perhaps for a very long time afterward, she lay on the bed in a nursing home, with no one to talk to her, and no one came to visit her anymore.
