If only Lorimas had been an evil spirit who had utterly lost her mind for love.
Then she would not have known that Jialan had long since returned to the hotel, that he had watched everything she endured with cold indifference, that the flesh and blood she had sacrificed for love meant nothing to him, that the man had long since stopped loving her. Nor would she have known that, in his eyes... the love she gave him was a deadly poison that had destroyed his entire life.
If Lorimas had truly lost her mind, she would not have realized that the more she loved Jialan, the more he suffered.
If Lorimas had truly lost her mind, she would not have realized that loving him meant hurting him, that her reluctance to hurt him also came from love, but that, to Jialan, this only hurt him and made him suffer even more.
If only Lorimas had been unaware of everything.
But there were no ifs. Though Lorimas's body had reached its limit, her mind was, in fact, clear. As Jialan had said, her kind had long lifespans, and losing a little flesh and blood did not matter. But that was only true if she lost "a little."
The truth was that neither Jialan nor Cheng Xun nor Lorimas herself could remember how much flesh and blood the mermaid curled up in the laboratory had lost.
In fact, merfolk were somewhat similar to Cheng Xun's ability: when their bodies were injured, they had to expend their life force to heal and regrow what they had lost. Unlike Cheng Xun, however, merfolk possessed exceptionally powerful life force and exceedingly long lifespans. So at first, cutting away flesh and blood for experiments really did seem to have little effect. Compared to their vast