Yao Feifei came to her senses from her crazed state after being slapped by a talisman from Qin Liuxi and looked down at herself, "Am I... am I alright?"
Weeping and laughing, she said, "I'm fine, it was all fake, all fake, sob sob."
As she spoke, tears kept falling nonstop.
The illusions were fake, but the shock and pain inflicted on her soul were real; she was Jiang, the one who endured the atrocities beyond human endurance.
And she was pregnant with twins, three lives lost, yet after death, she did not find peace.
Yao Feifei hugged herself, crying inconsolably.
Such horror, it was too painful; she feared that she was Jiang herself!
"Junior sister." Xuan Qingzi went over, holding her in his embrace to comfort her.
Bai Renting, hovering mid-air, watched coldly with a jeering, eerie laugh that pierced through the ears like the wail of a demon.
Xuan Qingzi and the others looked over, their pupils contracting at the sight.
