Is This Really Me?

The next day, Qiao Mai went to Penglai Pavilion.

"Grandmother, about Jiaru's situation, I went to see her last night. It's still the same. Her temperament hasn't changed."

"Sigh, when someone is set on something, it's impossible to change their mind even if they know it's wrong. You've had a hard time. Just let it be."

"She looks like fifty. If we don't do something, she might pass away early."

Old Mistress Wang became anxious, "What should we do? She is my granddaughter, after all."

"I gave her the Forget Dust Pill. All her memories have been erased."

"What?"

"She won't remember anything from her past. It's like starting anew. You can take her in, and maybe with some re-education, there's hope?"

Upon hearing this, Old Mistress Wang knelt.

"Girl, I thank you!"

Qiao Mai quickly helped her up. "Alright. My abilities are limited, and this is the best I can do."