Li Yao had indeed remembered. She clearly recalled how she had met Yang Jian and everything that had happened during the time she had spent with him afterward.
The only thing she could not remember was what had happened between meeting Yang Jian and waking up at the Ping An Hotel.
Although her memories told her that she had slept with Yang Jian for a night.
Li Yao knew those memories were false. Nothing had happened between her and Yang Jian at all. That night, Yang Jian had used the abilities of some ghost to alter her memories.
A ghost that could alter memories?
When had Yang Jian acquired such an ability? It had never been recorded in his file.
Hadn't he only controlled three ghosts?
Or did one of the ghosts on him possess such an ability, one he had never revealed?
But none of that mattered now.
Li Yao had suffered an enormous mental blow. She was on the verge of collapsing. She had actually helped an enemy deal with the Friends Circle, and worst of all, she had become utterly devoted to someone she hated so deeply that she had not even entertained the slightest thought of resisting him.
Screaming, pain, and the humiliation of having both her body and mind toyed with.
Those emotions shattered all the pride and confidence she had always possessed. Where was the lofty, arrogant Li Yao from when they had first met? She now looked like an ordinary woman—fragile, helpless, and hurt.
At that moment, Li Yao collapsed onto the ground and began to cry. The coldness of the ground was nothing compared to the blow she had suffered.
Despair and collapse seeped through her sobs. There was nothing left in her heart to support her. Yang Jian had crushed everything