Jia Ruo shook his head slowly, sighed and said: "There is no way. This is the result of human intervention, and the person calling her is her blood relative. And this method can only be used once on a person. Use it a second time.
This time she will lose her mind."
"So we can't use the same method to call her back? Right?" Feng Qianyu sat slumped on the chair and could hardly stand any longer.
Jia Ruo nodded silently: "Not bad! Unless..."
"Unless what?" Feng Qianyu was filled with despair. When she heard his words, she felt like a drowning man grabbing a straw.
"Unless she is in that world and finds a way to come back by herself." Jia Ruo said slowly.[
Feng Qianyu closed her eyes and remembered what Long Fuyue said just now when she regained her memory.
I just don’t love you anymore. Not at all! I don’t want to see you again! Never again!
"Fu Yue, do you really not love me anymore? Do you really don't want to see me anymore?"
Fu Yue, since we are destined to miss each other, why did you bother to come here? You stole my heart and left me cruelly. How could you make me feel so miserable? How can you bear it?
His face turned pale, and with a loud bang, the handle of the chair was ripped off by him: "I will not give up! I believe she will not give up either... Otherwise, I will die and become a ghost, and I will catch her back!"
He exerted too much force, and the wound on his body burst open again, and blood flowed out again.
Jia Ruo glanced at him indifferently: "If your injuries are not treated, you will really die and become a ghost! However, even if you become a ghost, you may not be able to find her."
Feng Qianyu's face was pale, and the stab wound on her chest hurt as if a hundred little hands were tearing her apart. But the pain on her body was far less than the pain in her heart. Her heart felt like it had been torn apart, and it hurt like bone marrow, beating.
Every nerve in his eyes went black. He smiled miserably: "Maybe it's not bad to become a ghost. At least, you don't have to endure such pain anymore..."
The injury on his chest was extremely serious, and it was not easy for him to hold on until now. His vision went dark, and he finally fainted.
Jia Ruo glanced at Hua Xiyue, and Hua Xiyue hurriedly raised her hand: "Don't worry, he won't die. I can save him. But..." She frowned slightly.