The old Qiao patriarch shook his head gently, "Last time we forcibly hypnotized him, it did have some effect, but before long Chengxun remembered those things on his own, which shows how strong his inner strength is. If we use hypnosis on him again, he would notice it, and this approach won't work anymore."
Wen Meimei's mouth twitched, this guy from the Qiao Family... she didn't even know what to say about him anymore.
The old patriarch's gaze quickly returned to the girl's round face, saying with earnest emphasis:
"Meimei, Grandpa is telling you these things not to show you how deeply Chengxun cares for Sisi, but to remind you that depression is curable. Don't give up on your life so easily. If you selfishly walk away and leave Chengxun behind, he might just go with you."
These words violently struck Wen Meimei's heart.
If she died, would the King of Hell think seriously about following her?
No... she didn't want him to die.
