On the way back.
Song Xiaotian asked me whether we were really just going to stand by and let Liang Yi possess An Yutong, doing nothing about it.
I had already considered that question during those ten-odd days I spent lying in the hospital.
There was actually no way for us to do anything about it.
Although we had plenty of ways to expose Liang Yi-for example, An Yutong could drive, but Liang Yi could not.
For another, Liang Yi certainly knew nothing about An Yutong's family circumstances.
Nor did Liang Yi know about An Yutong's social life.
We could use those things to prove that something was seriously wrong with the current An Yutong.
But the difficulty lay in how we could explain "soul possession" to An Yutong's parents and the legal authorities, and get them to believe it.
With Liang Yi's intelligence, she could easily think of ways to explain those "inconsistencies," such as pretending to be ill or to have lost her memory.
More importantly, this was an age of science and the rule of law.
So no matter how we tried to prove it, the evidence we produced would all be unscientific nonsense.
"Since we can't expose her, we should at least stop her from making one mistake after another."
I sighed. "With her perseverance, her desire to change her destiny, and the resources she now has, she'll definitely be someone to reckon with. If someone like her harbors evil intentions, she'll hurt no small number of people."
Hopefully, after receiving the love and care of An Yutong's parents, Liang Yi would rediscover the humanity she had lost.
Song Xiaotian drove me to Seventh Master's house.
With my leg in its current state, I could not work.
But I could not stand staying home all the