As he placed his palm on Cui Ru's crown, he closed his eyes. He pressed down gently, then applied a bit more force. His Divine Sense instantly began to probe a particular memory in Cui Ru's mind. Without hesitation, he delved deeper. His brow twitched, and with another forceful push, the memory—one that would have robbed Cui Ru of her will to live—was completely erased.
Pursing his lips with a sigh, Qin Fan released his hand. When he looked again, the sleeping Cui Ru appeared profoundly serene. The pain and despair that had twisted her features were completely gone.
Staring at her simple yet innocent face, Qin Fan whispered, Live well, child. Good luck.
He then stood up from the bedside and walked out.
"Instructor!" The moment Tie Niu saw Qin Fan emerge, he called out, his voice trembling.
