Chiang Xiaoâs scream pulled Meng Xinian back to reality again.
He forcefully closed his eyes, then reopened them, finally seeing the real Chiang Xiaoxiao.
She stood below, anxiously looking at him.
Her lifted face, skin snow-white, full and tight, exuded youthful vitality, lively and beautiful.
No more sickly thinness, her figure was exquisiteâhe had measured with his hands beforeâand enough to make his blood surge.
"Whatâs wrong with you?"
Chiang Xiao had just flashed into the space to evade the muddy stone rain, and upon flashing back out, she saw Meng Xinian seemingly lost in soul.
Moreover, his face showed fear.
"Itâs nothing, itâs nothing," Meng Xinian replied twice, tossed down the herb, and quickly came down.
As soon as Chiang Xiao picked up the herb, Meng Xinian had already jumped down. He grabbed her wrist and said, "Put it away first."
Chiang Xiao was a bit puzzled but still put the herb into the space.
Looking at him again, he was actually drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked.
With his skills, climbing just a few meters of stone slope shouldnât have exhausted him so much.
"Brother Xinian, what happened to you just now?"
Meng Xinian looked at her, suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
He was indeed scared.
Afraid of that scene.
Afraid that Chiang Xiaoxiao would turn into that.
Chiang Xiao even felt his slight trembling; she couldnât help but reach out and embrace his waist.
After quite a while, Meng Xinianâs low voice asked, "Little, could that herb have hallucinogenic effects?"
He pondered and thought it might be the scent of that herb.
Perhaps the scent was like that of a drug, capable of hallucinogenic toxicity?
But even if itâs like that, why didnât he see an illusion of marrying Chiang Xiaoxiao? Why would there be such a terrifying illusion?
He absolutely couldnât have imagined Chiang Xiaoxiao with such a tragic end.
"Hallucinogenic?"
Chiang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
"I havenât heard that this herb has toxicity. Letâs ask Grandpa Chen when we get back; Iâm not really sure. Brother Xinian, what illusion did you see?"
Meng Xinian was silent for a moment, then said, "Itâs nothing, just a little dazed."
How could he bear to tell her about the illusion he just had?
Moreover, it was just an illusion.
How could he possibly tell her he saw her like that?
That would frighten Chiang Xiaoxiao.
Expressing it, he felt as if he owed her.
Meng Xinian truly felt a bit self-reproachful now, thinking heâd done something as if he wronged Chiang Xiao.
How could he have such an illusion!
How could he!
He loved Chiang Xiaoxiao so much, more than anyone else wanting to protect her, make her happy, and live peacefully until old age.
"You really have some nerve, spacing out in such a dangerous moment. Do you know you almost scared me to death just now?" Chiang Xiao pinched his waist.
"Hmm, it was my fault, pinch me again," Meng Xinian said.
"Youâre tired, right? Go in, take a bath, change clothes, and rest." Chiang Xiao gently retreated a step, looking at him.
"Alright."
Meng Xinian didnât refuse either; they both entered the space together.
"Iâm going to drink some spring water."
If that herb indeed has hallucinogenic toxicity, drinking some spiritual spring water should be alright.
"Alright."
Chiang Xiao watched him walk into the Bamboo Hut. She took out that herb and smelled it; indeed, it had a rather peculiar scent, but she didnât feel anything amiss.
She waited for a while but no illusion occurred.