"Fine, I won't touch her now. But you better pray she doesn't fall into my hands! Otherwise, I'll make her wish she were dead!"
Zhenzhen stormed off in anger after delivering the threat.
Fujiwara Ize turned around and saw Mo Ran's pale face, her brows slightly furrowed. He immediately squatted down, gripped her shoulders, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It was you who killed him, so why do you want me to take the blame for you? Yes, I killed him with my own hands, but I was under your control! What exactly did you use to influence me?"
Facing her questions, Fujiwara Ize replied truthfully, "I used hypnosis on you."
"Then hypnotize me again, make me forget everything, make me stop thinking about anything, okay?" she pleaded, grabbing his arm with one hand.
He could no longer hypnotize her.
She had broken free of his hypnosis, and he could no longer control her.
