President Li, Her Ladyship Doesn't Deserve to Die
Jake was sprawled on his bed, scrolling through social media feeds that seemed to blur into a monotonous stream of memes, selfies, and food pics. His cramped apartment was dimly lit, the flickering bulb doing little to lift the gloom that had settled over him.
Chapter 112: Mistaken Identity
The hypnotherapy session for Shen Zhichu took place a week later. Post-hypnosis, Shen was no longer resistant to psychological probing. She answered every question the therapist put forth, her demeanor progressing from stoic calm to shaking, and finally to choked sobs.
The metaphorical boulders weighing her down were gradually moved aside, revealing a battered and bruised psyche, so deeply wounded that the rot was visible. "Tell me about you and Li Jingshen," the therapist urged.
At the mention of "Li Jingshen," she flinched, hugging herself tightly as if to shield herself from the name that stirred such dread within her. The psychologist quickly soothed her, "Don't worry, it's just you and me here. No one else can hear."