If she wronged him...
If itâs only a hypothesis for now, something that hasnât actually happened yet, something that hasnât really wronged him, or does it mean that the moment she said that sentence, she had already done something that wronged Ah Liu?
Thereâs no way their meeting was something she deliberately arranged, right?
Old novels used to have that kind of melodramatic plot.
If it was only that, Ah Liu should be able to handle it. After all, whether it was arranged or not, so many years have passed. Later Shi Xiaoching really did end up with him and had his child. Whether their meeting was arranged or not isnât such an important thing anymore now, is it?
The fear is just that the truth might be something far more serious.
Shi Xiaoching, what kind of person is she really?
And what exactly is her background?
Jiang Xiao put the painting on the table and sat there staring at it for a long time.
As she thought and thought, her mind jumped back to Meng Xinian again.
So many days had passed; she still had no idea what exactly Meng Xinianâs situation was now.
And then there was the Lu Family, the Long Family, and the Gao Familyâwhy were they so set on sending Meng Xinian to Ke Ku Li? Were they really planning to do something to him over there?
If that was the case, what kind of danger would Meng Xinian be facing over there?
Jiang Xiao took out a small cloth pouch and couldnât help tightening her grip on it.
Inside this cloth pouch was the Thousand Mile Talisman Diagram, while the other half was on Meng Xinian.
She really had this impulse to try and see if she could go to Meng Xinianâs side.
But doing that was far too dangerous.
First, the distance was way too far. Even if she could really get over there, once she arrived she might very well fall straight into a coma.
And second, she had absolutely no idea what kind of environment Meng Xinian was in right now, or whether there was anyone around him.
If there happened to be people at his side, and she just appeared like that out of thin air, wouldnât that be a complete disaster?
The ones with him should be those Eight Elites Squad members, and those people were definitely not easy to fool.
So this route was simply not feasible at all.
She put away the little cloth pouch and let out a long breath.
At this very moment, Meng Xinian was sitting behind a wall in the middle of a stretch of ruins, his back against the wall. His clothes were torn in several places, and there was a wound on his arm. It had already been tightly bandaged with strips of cloth, but blood was still seeping through.
Sitting shoulder to shoulder against the wall beside him was Wei Yixi.
Wei Yixi looked even more battered than he did, his face covered in grime so that his original features could barely be made out. His waist and chest were tightly wrapped, and one hand was still dripping blood, trembling slightly.
His other hand gripped a dagger. He sat there with his eyes closed, panting. After a while, he suddenly let out a low laugh, opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Meng Xinian, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, are we just terribly unlucky, or was this whole thing originally aimed at you?"
Last night theyâd said they were sending people out to rescue a few civilians trapped in the artillery crossfire zone. But not long after they set out, he noticed that something seemed wrong with Meng Xinianâs communicationsâno matter how he called him, Meng Xinian never heard.
The rest of them had all already received the notice that the mission was being canceled at the last minute, but Meng Xinian never got it and still charged into this section of the combat zone.
Meng Xinianâs face was also smeared black, gray, and white; only his eyes were still dark and bright like stars.
He glanced at Wei Yixi and said, "Since you knew something was off, why did you still follow me?"
He really hadnât received the last-minute cancellation order. Heâd originally wanted to push on further toward the objective when Wei Yixi followed and grabbed hold of him.