As night fell, the stars and moon shone together in the sky.
Lights within the house blazed brightly, with Maids busily coming and going.
The girl on the couch had a small face burning red-hot. Her eyes tightly shut, she seemed to be trapped in an endless abyss, surrounded by pain.
Yicui was clearly anxious; even so, she ended up spilling most of the medicine she tried to feed.
At this moment, the girl, utterly unconscious, had also put up the most formidable walls of defense.
She clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to relax them.
Yicui's gentle coaxing in her ear seemed unheard. The girl was stranded in the loneliest and most helpless segment of her memories.
In fact... the girl was far from being so open-minded.
The harm she had suffered was too deep. How could she just forget it all?
"I'm asking you to take your medicine, why can't you just be good?"
"Yangyang, don't always make me angry; you should know I really don't want to punish you."
She kept retreating backward.
