After the older woman gave him an increasingly strange look, Fu Qian carried Pei Yanqing all the way home and carefully laid her on the sofa.
What should he do?
Looking at Pei Yanqing, who lay unconscious on the sofa, Fu Qian fell into deep thought.
If her mind really had been wiped completely clean, wouldn't that make this a form of mental murder?
But he didn't have many ways to help her right now.
Should he whip her a couple of times with Tyrant's Fist and fight poison with poison? That would probably only make things worse, and her slight frame definitely couldn't take it.
Or should he just go along with it, shine the Idiot Halo on her for a few more hours until she became a complete fangirl, and then order her to live like a normal person?
That sort of bizarre, nested scheme only existed in theory and was even less advisable. Besides, it would basically be burying his head in the sand. It wasn't his style.
Fu Qian had always thought of himself as a reasonable person.
To put it in his own words, they were all out there making their way in the world, and everyone had to take responsibility for their actions.
If his mistake really had caused this young woman to lose her mind, then no matter how difficult it was, he would have to find a way to fix it.
After sleeping for a full two hours, Pei Yanqing's body twitched. She drew in a deep breath.
She was waking up.
Fu Qian said nothing, silently watching her reaction.
Pei Yanqing's lashes fluttered. She opened her eyes groggily, then instinctively looked around. When she realized she was somewhere unfamiliar, she frowned.
There was a change!
Seeing a hint of awareness return