After receiving Frank's assurance, Lin Yao returned to her room with peace of mind.
Having resolved a matter in her heart, Lin Yao felt much more relaxed. She slowly touched her face, thinking that she might soon have to change it for another. A sense of inexplicable melancholy welled up within her.
She had grown accustomed to this face for over twenty years, but after some time, she would have to switch to a new one. Lin Yao felt as if she was abandoning something, leaving her heart empty.
Yet, thinking that she would soon be able to appear in the sunlight openly, excitement surged in her heart. She clutched the blanket tightly and began to laugh loudly.
"President?" When John walked into the room, he heard the loud laughter coming from the screen and looked at the scene displayed on it with surprise.
"What's happening to her?" he frowned, looking at Lin Yao, who seemed to have gone mad.
