Scalding tears slid through the twisted wrinkles on Li Huowang's face, finally dripping onto the floor from his chin. He looked at the motionless Yang Na in front of him with despair, feeling utterly helpless.
Five Qi next to him sighed and began to explain, "You've stayed in a mental hospital before, so you know what's going on with her. Severe depression is often like this. I can hardly imagine how she managed to find her way here."
"Nana?" Li Huowang gently shook Yang Na, but her dilated pupils showed no response. Yes, he had looked back again, but something seemed different.
In past instances, upon seeing him for the first time, Yang Na would ask about his monocle, rather than appearing like a soulless shell.
After softly calling a few times, Li Huowang suddenly realized something and immediately asked Yang Na softly, "Is it because I took away your Deathly Heavenly Dao? Is this why you're like this?"
