It should be... the treatment is over.
Lin Xian quickly untied Maimai and removed the tightly fastened helmet.
The girl Maimai went limp all over.
Thud.
She dropped to her knees, wailing loudly:
"Waaah... waaah... no one reads my books... waaah..."
Lin Xian hurriedly squatted down to help her up:
"How about now, Maimai? Did you remember?"
"Waaah."
Maimai nodded while crying.
"Recovering your memory is a good thing! Then why are you crying?" Lin Xian asked.
"Because... because..."
Maimai wiped her nose and blew two snot bubbles:
"Because it feels awful! I remembered such sad things! My masterpiece didn't get any recognition... the editors wouldn't sign me!"
"Oh, oh."
Lin Xian understood:
"That's quite a normal thing."
"Not just that!"
Maimai cried even harder:
"I begged for monthly votes every day! But no one paid attention to me!"
"Uh..."
Lin Xian was a bit helpless:
"Well, that is... indeed a bit unfortunate."
