The faint fragrance and medicinal scent lingering in the space made them both instinctively take a deep breath, then exhale slowly.
Chiang Xiao felt her entire mind and body relax.
The two went up to the second floor of the Bamboo Hut. She sat cross-legged on the bed, letting him continue drying her hair for her.
Here, speaking didn't come with the worry of being overheard.
"To say I don't feel upset would be a lie," Chiang Xiao sighed and said, "But if Grandfather and Grandmother are feeling very sad and distressed, how could my mood be any better?"
In truth, no one in this world truly knows how she feels inside.
Because even Meng Xinian doesn't know—doesn't know that in her past life, she'd lived like that and met such a tragic end. He doesn't know that Grandmother should have died years ago.
The debt Chiang Qingzhu truly owed, aside from her, no one else knows.
These matters, she couldn't tell anyone, not even Meng Xinian.
