Ronan had explained it too briefly, and Wen Huilan failed to understand right away. She still followed her previous routine and smiled faintly.
"As long as Mister Luo arranges it, I naturally have to do the work."
"Not all work is the same. Your condition wasn't quite right before, but now you should be fine."
"Oh?" Wen Huilan looked curious.
First, her defenses had collapsed, her emotions had gone awry, and the fluctuations of her heart's murky currents had been completely grasped. To Ronan, she no longer had any privacy at all. As long as she remained at this crucial juncture, she would naturally become an intelligence node.
Second, she had completely lost the will to resist Ronan. At the very least, she would no longer deliberately avoid entering dreams. If Ronan assigned her another task, she would be far more enthusiastic than before.
Third, with a corner of her self-awareness field collapsing, she urgently needed to do something to return to stability. This subjective initiative would open up more unexpected channels of intelligence.
This state was somewhat like Cat Eye's. Back then, however, Cat Eye had been locked down by Ronan with the Dark Black Chains in a daze and had had no choice but to comply. Although they could barely be considered friends now, she still held a grudge—among their circle of friends, she was the one who attacked Ronan the most viciously.
Ronan still had not found a way to separate them. In fact, as time passed, their levels of power grew worlds apart, and with the constant interference and influence, Cat Eye's side inevitably became entangled even more deeply. If he really tried to separate them, something would probably go wrong.
As for Wen Huilan, Ronan had not actually placed any special measures on her. It