I did not say anything more to Xu Qiuyan.
The story of King Yan and the Embroidery Woman had already taken deep root in her heart. She would probably regard anyone who doubted that legend as an enemy.
Women were all captivated by romantic love stories, especially the kind that were earth-shattering, tear-jerking, and loved unto death.
She was so immersed in such a story that she could not pull herself free.
So no matter what I said to her, she could not hear it.
Instead, her attitude toward me grew colder and colder.
It was even filled with hostility.
I went downstairs and returned to the living room.
The doctor looked at me and smiled. "Looks like the conversation did not go well."
I shrugged. "She thinks she is the Embroidery Woman. I simply cannot make her believe me."
The doctor sighed. "I have been trying to restore her memories, but that guy is too cunning. You know what he did? He locked away all those memories. Put several locks on them. I tried opening the first one, but then a problem arose. Once I opened that first lock, her emotional state became very abnormal. I felt that if I forcibly unlocked her memories, she would die. She would break down, and that breakdown would not even be because she could not accept reality. It would make her sink even deeper into her role-playing. In other words, she would kill herself for love. Because the unlocking process also meant carving the tragedy of the Embroidery Woman even more deeply into her."
I was completely stunned.
I had not expected that guy's methods to be so formidable.
"Actually, his methods are not sophisticated, but they are the most effective way to control her mind. It is like religious faith. What