Xie Liangchen looked at Song Xian, who appeared very calm as he spoke.
It was as if he was waiting for her to inquire, and this time Song Xian didn't continue speaking.
"That was in the ninth year of Yuanping," Xie Liangchen said. "A lot of things happened that year, including the news of my parents' death being reported in June."
Song Xian didn't turn his head to look at Xie Liangchen, but his voice was gentler than usual. "The steward of Patriarch Xie saw your father in September of the ninth year of Yuanping. Although his whereabouts are still unknown now, hope is always a good thing."
Song Xian's words seemed to comfort her, though at that moment he seemed more in need of comfort.
Song Xian continued, "I was twelve years old that year."
