Time ticked away, second by second.
The final death sentence drew closer and closer.
Even Charles Yin, usually so composed, was starting to get anxious.
But inside the operating room, there was absolutely no movement!
There was only a little more than an hour left until the earthquake would strike!
If Cici couldn’t finish her treatment within twenty minutes, then... everyone present might be buried here forever!
Charles Yin couldn’t wait any longer!
He immediately gave the order for the Japanese staff to evacuate, leaving only four assistants and essential crew behind!
Earl Field stood tall and silent at the doorway, gazing up at the moonlight.
The night before disaster really was beautiful...
Charles Yin and Earl Field exchanged a glance. A bitter smile flashed in Charles’s eyes: “If... I really die here, you don’t have to worry about Cici. She’ll live well. As for Miles Gu... if he wants to return to the Yin Family, no one will stop him. But if he doesn’t want to, you won’t be able to take him away.”
“Is that so...?” Earl Field’s eyes softened a little, his lips curling into a faint smile. “Charles, tell me, what is love?”
A flicker passed through Charles Yin’s gaze. “Haven’t you already seen it?”
“Heh...” Earl Field chuckled softly. “So this is love...”
Inside the operating room, the final stage was underway: the fusion of memories.
Cici lay on the bed, her face pale and calm on the outside, but inside her mind, a fierce battle was raging.
Countless memories surged forth.
Not only were there Cici’s own memories, but also those of Yun Xi, fake memories from the template, and even the obsession of a stranger.
So many memories, so much overlap—her brainwaves screamed on the monitor, almost off the charts.
Where... where am I?