As Xiangsi had imagined, everything Xing Chen was describing at this moment was what he least wanted to recall.
But he wanted to tell her; for so many years, he had kept these matters to himself, not even telling Xiahou Xiu Yun.
Ran Xiangsi felt a chill down her spine and her eyes reddened. She quickly stopped him, "Don't say anymore, don't recall it..."
Even as a mere listener, she could barely bear to imagine those scenes!
How much scarier must it have been for him, who was so young and had experienced it all firsthand!
How terrified and frightened he must have been back then!
Xing Chen had intended to continue, but when he turned around and saw Ran Xiangsi's pale face, he stopped.
He sighed and looked up at the sky once more, "It's okay."
Now, even when recalling those events, he could narrate it smoothly.
The wounds of his childhood, he had tried to heal them himself.
And the effect was visible. Over the years, he had grown up healthy and become an excellent person.
