Chapter 1471: Chapter 1394: Guilt
“Hmm, I really like it.” He still reached out to take the flower in her hand.
After dinner, she once again started feeling drowsy.
“Sleepy again?” He reached out and poked her cheek.
The warm touch on her cheek made her feel familiar and nostalgic, the guard in her heart slowly crumbling bit by bit.
“Yeah, I want to sleep.” She replied in a blurry voice.
Shen Yuzhe walked in from outside the door with soone.
Half-asleep and half-awake, Ye Ranran had a dream, a surreal and bizarre dream.
In the dream, soone gently held her hand, there was the crying of children, and also mournful wailing.
Gradually, the scenes in the dream beca clearer, she wanted to see them more clearly, but soon they shifted into another image.
Just like that, one fra after another flashed by quickly—she hadn’t had the chance to clearly see before it faded away.
Watching the pain etched on her face, Jun Mochan asked anxiously, “How is she?”
“Does she have sothing guilty, sothing irreparable inside her heart?” asked the hypnotist.
Guilty, irreparable—Jun Mochan pondered carefully for a mont and quickly thought of sothing.
“Yes, there is soone who died because of her.”
“Then that’s it. Right now, this person likely bears so resemblance to that individual. Deep within, she associates this person with him and wishes to make ands for him.”
And perhaps also to make up for those regrets.
Jun Mochan and Shen Yuzhe exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise reflected in each other’s eyes.
“Is there a way to wake her up?”
“There is, but the hypnosis runs very deep. It’ll take so ti—slowly, she will start to recall.” The hypnotist spoke slowly, sweat gathering on her forehead.
That individual had formidable skills. She had used all her strength just to slightly awaken the other party.
“Later on, apply more stimulation to her; it will aid her recovery.”
Jun Mochan hesitated briefly before explaining Ye Ranran’s unique condition.
“If she rembers the past, will it clash with her current mories?” Two sets of mories intermingling—it’s painful just to imagine.
The hypnotist looked at her in surprise, shaking her head. “I… I don’t know.”
She had never encountered such a situation before, and truly couldn’t make a definite judgnt.
After the hypnotist left, Jun Mochan gazed steadily at Ye Ranran, his expression complex and indecipherable. On his tall fra, the aura of loneliness grew stronger.
“Fu Rong’s deanor is quite similar to Song Ze’s. Do you think that deep in her heart she wants to stay here as well?”
Shen Yuzhe shook his head. “No, it’s just that she feels guilty and wants to compensate. That person happens to have a similar deanor, exploiting the guilt in her heart.”
Under the hypnotist’s psychological suggestions, even the smallest emotions can be magnified infinitely, eventually being used against her.
Jun Mochan didn’t respond. At that mont, the phone rang—a sharp sound echoing loudly in the quiet space.
Ye Ranran suddenly woke up.
Her head was still in a daze; it took about two seconds for her to react, then she rummaged through her bag for her phone.
It was Fu Rong’s. He was checking in on her again.
Ye Ranran’s brain hadn’t fully started functioning yet, so there was no way she could argue with him. No matter what he said, she simply replied with “Uh-huh, uh-huh.”
After the call ended, Fu Rong felt sothing was off. Picking up his phone, he originally intended to dial again but decided to go over in person instead.
“Thanks for the hospitality. I’ll be leaving now.” Ye Ranran grabbed her bag from the sofa.
Jun Mochan caught her wrist. “Let take you.”
She had regained so clarity, though her head ached a bit. In her dream, there was a voice constantly asking her questions, leaving her restless even as she slept.
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