CHAPTER 172: CHAPTER 170 GRATITUDE

If the speculation about the epidemic is true, Xie Liangchen thought further down the line.

Thinking of Xiao Chi’s arrogant and sinister smile.

Xiao Chi’s tendons were severed, he was tortured, yet not handed over to the court.

What kind of people are Mr. and Mrs. Li, who raised her? If they were the ones detaining Xiao Chi, what information do they want from him?

In the past life, not only did Yuezhou suffer from the epidemic, but later Zhenzhou also had outbreaks, and Old Mrs. Chen died during that epidemic.

Would the epidemic in Zhenzhou from the past life be the same as in Yuezhou?

She couldn’t remember what Chen Family Village went through in the past life, but the same events happened where she appeared, even if Daqi often had epidemics...

What if the two events are somehow subtly connected?

It’s all about her.

Then do the Li Family couple who adopted her actually know who she is, knowing her mother is from the Chen Family, and her father is Xie Shao Yuan.

Actually, as long as she didn’t injure her brain, she should have known everything, just that she couldn’t remember.

Long engulfed in such silent contemplation, Xie Liangchen’s thoughts also gradually sunk into it.

Images seemed to appear vaguely in her mind; she wanted to see them clearly, but the more she tried to discern, the harder it was to understand.

It was like someone was waving a peddler’s drum in front of her, and showing her a cloth rolled in wooden teeth.

"If one day we are not by your side, see these people and immediately leave, okay? They are all spies of the Liao."

"Why are you teaching her that?"

"She will know sooner or later, so it’s good to be wary, in case she is also captured by the Liao, how will we explain..."

What are they talking about? To whom must they explain?

Noisy sounds buzzed in Xie Liangchen’s ears, indistinguishable, like countless voices overlapped together, just piercingly harsh.

"Buzz."

The world seemed spinning, and she fell off from the mountain.

"Miss Xie."

"Miss Xie."

"Liangchen."

Xie Liangchen heard a voice calling by her ear, her heart sinking continuously, as if she was perpetually falling, reaching out to grasp something, when in panic, someone held her hand.

"Liangchen."

The call came again, she felt her heartbeat, gradually everything in her mind faded away, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Facing her was dim light, and Song Xian’s deep eyes and tight frown.

Xie Liangchen’s gaze was still scattered the moment she opened her eyes.

Song Xian, unsure if she was truly awake, called again: "Liang... Miss Xie."

Song Xian’s voice was unusually different, lacking the usual coldness, showing caution and nervousness.

Xie Liangchen’s fingers curled, her back slightly trembled, Song Xian instinctively wanted to reach out to soothe her, gently rub her back.

Ever since growing up, Song Xian would never speak softly to anyone nor would want to comfort someone, but at this moment, the people he cared for were right beside him, as if time had pulled him back to childhood, with a pure heart, subconsciously wanting to be good to someone.

But as his hand raised, his fingers twitched and shied away, just moments ago seeing Xie Liangchen fainting, he hurriedly pulled her into embrace, all was anxious without anything else.

Now that she’s awake, the things buried within his heart gradually resurfaced.

Being so close for the first time, they could feel each other’s heartbeat, even though concerned about her current condition, hard to be entirely focused.

Song Xian didn’t stand awkwardly for long, almost immediately, he felt slight struggles from the person in his arms.

Xie Liangchen fully regained her senses, those eyes bright as usual again, then she released one of his hands she held, fingers clenched.

Song Xian softly said: "What happened? Do you need me to call Mr. Xu?"

Xie Liangchen sat up straight, Song Xian also retreated two steps, the distance between them reopened.

Xie Liangchen shook her head, remained silent for a while, then looked at Song Xian again, meeting his gaze: "I just recalled some past things, there were some voices and shadows before me, but I couldn’t see them clearly.

No problem, now I’m fine."

Song Xian thought of Xie Liangchen’s previous illness: "Same as last time?"

Xie Liangchen nodded: "Not the same, last time was worse." Though she just fainted briefly, she quickly regained consciousness.

Under the lamp, her complexion remained poor, hands tightly clasped, Song Xian’s mind stirred, he gently said: "Really don’t need to see a doctor?"

Xie Liangchen replied: "No need."

"Okay," Song Xian responded, "then take a rest."

Calming down gradually, yet the shadows of the lamp flickered a few times, Xie Liangchen’s eyes swept over Song Xian again.

Because talking, Song Xian bent his whole body, hunched over, half squatting there, one hand propped on the table, now that hand bore several scratch marks.

Deep scratches, two already bleeding.

Without thinking, Xie Liangchen knew she was the one who scratched him; half unconscious waving arms, Song Xian came to aid, and thus got scratched.

Xie Liangchen took a deep breath, knowing earlier, she might as well have sent Song Xian away to calmly think everything over.

Xie Liangchen said: "I’ll find medicine to clean Grand Master up."

"No need," Song Xian refused, "just some marks."

Xie Liangchen’s gaze slightly shied away, seemingly embarrassed: "Apologies to Grand Master."

Song Xian said: "You, need me to wake your brother?"

Xie Liangchen released her tightly held hand: "I’m fine."

Song Xian added: "Any headache?"

Xie Liangchen touched an old wound: "No pain."

Conversation ended there, without further words, Song Xian returned to sit on the small stool.

Nobody spoke, the room instantly fell silent, Xie Liangchen feeling this face to face sitting without words seemed inexplicably strange.

Though she understands Song Xian grasping her hand was out of necessity...

Xie Liangchen said: "If I could know what the Li Family couple were doing, these questions could be easily resolved, unfortunately I remembered nothing."

To clarify everything, restoring Xie Liangchen’s memory is the quickest way.

Finding half a jade pendant on Xie Liangchen, Song Xian was also thinking along these lines, but seeing her just now, he changed his mind.

Song Xian said: "You’re worried the epidemic in Zhenzhou from the past life might also be caused intentionally, and hence eager to recall past things.

Even if you remember, you may not know the real situation, the Li Family couple might have hidden things from you all along. Since you can’t recall, don’t force it.

Trying to clarify everything is not limited to this sole path to follow."

Saying so, Song Xian got up and walked out.

Xie Liangchen thought Song Xian was leaving Chen Family Village, but soon heard his footsteps returning.

Upon reentering, Song Xian held two bowls of water.

Song Xian said: "Didn’t find tea."

No more, she turned her loose tea into dried tangerine peel tea, given to Chen Zigeng for Song Xian.

Xie Liangchen softly thanked: "Thank you, Grand Master."

Wanting to dispel stifling atmosphere indoors, Xie Liangchen stood up and opened the window, then turned to Song Xian: "I invite Grand Master for Bright Moon Tea!"

Moonlight streamed through the window onto the desk, casting its glow into both bowls.

No wonder it’s called "Bright Moon Tea," Song Xian lifted the bowl, infused with moonlight, even the water seemed slightly sweeter.