"After Qingqing started speaking, she slowly got better. She stayed at the Zhao Family for about half a month. For some reason, I took Qingqing and left the Zhao Family. When we returned to the door of the place that confined her, her face turned pale, and she didn't dare to go in. Later, I took her elsewhere to continue living under others' roofs."
"She truly got better after about six months. During those six months, I went from being able to leave her for five minutes to gradually extending the time to a few hours. Only then did she slowly overcome the obstacles and panic in her heart."
Shen Jue looked down at the person sleeping in his arms, feeling a deep ache in his heart.
In that small storage room, what kind of world did she end up in?
"Did your sister ever relapse later?" Shen Jue thought for a moment and rephrased, "What kind of environment would trigger it again?"
