At this moment, An Lan was only wearing a camisole nightgown, her eyes dull, her facial expression as if she had lost her soul, step by step walking toward the depths of the mountain cave.
She was completely unaware of Chen Fan's presence, nor did she hear his voice, and even when she saw a light in the cave, she still walked forward like a zombie.
Chen Fan noticed An Lan's abnormality, quickly walked up to her, and waved his hand in front of her eyes, finding no reaction whatsoever.
"Could it be that she is being controlled by someone?"
He twisted his hand gestures, releasing a force that enveloped An Lan, and instantly sensed a connection between her and the depths of the cave, intangible and elusive.
He did not hesitate, immediately cutting off this connection.
In the moment the connection dissipated, An Lan's eyes gradually cleared, and her pupils began to focus.
