For the past few days, Ning Wanwan had been weeping uncontrollably. Her heart ached with a relentless, stinging pain, as if it were being gnawed away by a swarm of ants.
It was not that she wanted to cry; rather, the lingering, undissipated consciousness of the original owner was compelling her. Ning Wanwan could only offer gentle, soothing words:
"Sister, please, you really must stop crying. If you keep this up, you’ll go blind."
Chapter 72