Years of mental torment had long caused me to develop depression. Because of this recent incident, I had forgotten many things and my memory had become chaotic.

The police couldn't get any useful information from me, so they temporarily handed me over to a psychologist.

The psychologist said that I was excessively worried about Jiang Yi finding out I had been sexually assaulted, and that I feared Jiang Yi and Zhou Sicheng would confront each other. That's why I kept trying to stop Jiang Yi and Zhou Sicheng from fighting in my dreams.

As one of the culprits, Wang Mengyao had to find a way to clear her name and leave, which is why she borrowed money from me and wouldn't tell me about the photos.

Their original purpose for hypnosis was to help me recover my memory.

But I hated Zhou Sicheng too much. In my dreams, I kept reliving the events over and over until I finally freed myself by killing Zhou Sicheng with my own hands.

I confessed my crime to the psychologist, and he went out to inform the police.

On the other hand, Wang Mengyao had already been detained, awaiting the next step in the trial.

Jiang Yi held my cold hand, worried that my emotions would be further triggered.

"I'm fine, Jiang Yi. I might have to go to prison."

Jiang Yi responded faintly, hugging me from behind as he liked to do.

"I spoke to a lawyer; under these circumstances, we can fight for a lighter sentence."

I didn't know how to respond to him. After a long silence, I said, "Jiang Yi, you should stop worrying about me and find someone suitable to marry."

"I'm still young. There's no rush to get married. Let's handle your situation first," he said in a casual tone, as if we were having an everyday conversation. But tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face.

He wiped away my tears and softly said, "It's okay, Ayan. Everything will get better."