"I didn't." Su Qiao had always treated him as a patient with Dissociative Identity Disorder and had never felt afraid of him.
The corners of Zhao Jingting's lips curved up as he gently squeezed her palm. "Since neither of us feels anything, there's nothing more to say."
"Let's go. We'll head overseas to find the medicinal herbs you mentioned and visit the tribes you want to see."
"Before we leave, I need to hypnotize you and seal away part of your memories." Su Qiao was worried that something might go wrong on the journey, so she decided to give it a try.
Zhao Jingting didn't hesitate. "All right."
The two of them brought Uncle Ya and Qingyang back to the Small Wooden House where they had stayed before.
Uncle Ya knew the matter was serious, so he took Qingyang and stood guard outside the door.
Inside, after making an arrangement with 444, Su Qiao began hypnotizing Zhao Jingting.
Once Zhao Jingting's consciousness entered the world she had constructed, 444 seized the opportunity and sealed away his memories from the first eighteen years of his life.
After 444 finished, Su Qiao decisively guided Zhao Jingting's consciousness and constructed a rough life history for him.
Once everything was done, the woman and the system stared intently at the man on the bed, waiting for him to wake up.
About five or six minutes later, the man on the bed finally opened his eyes.
Su Qiao hurriedly leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Do you still recognize me?"
The man seemed not to be fully awake yet. He blinked. "Wife."
"?"
Could he have turned into another personality again?
And at a time like this.
Or had Little Four's operation stimulated him?
Su Qiao's face was filled with question marks.
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