Li Xianyu's doubts could only be buried in his heart because the heart of the only person who could answer him had died. It was just like the love between the living and the dead in movies and TV literature.
He knew that the old San Wu had died.
This was even though she retained all her memories and remembered the past bit by bit, including her interactions with him.
However, she would never want to strengthen her interpersonal relationships anymore. She would never show a little joy because of his praise, or a little peace of mind when he touched her head.
She lost her emotions, the thing that formed the fundamentals of human beings.
"Every man has his own life, and you cannot force it." Hua Yang comforted him.
"Is there any hope of recovery?" Li Xianyu couldn't help lowering his voice.
"I don't know." Hua Yang shook her head. She couldn't give any answer to this. "It will depend on her life and fate."
