There are still people here?
Chapter Seventy-Six: For Jiang Hua, time travel meant…
Shen Mo was the first to react, shielding Qin Moyu behind him and glaring at the corner: "Who's there?"
"You've come seeking my legacy, yet you don't know who I am?"
In the dimly lit corner, a tall figure appeared.
His face was deathly pale, his eyes were an unusual gray-black, and his expression was indifferent.
"Xiang Mei." Shen Mo remained vigilant, and became even more nervous.
Shen Mo had always thought that Xiang Mei had died in the extreme cold, but she actually appeared here. Could it be that there was no so-called inheritance at all, and this place was a trap set by the Heavenly Dao?
"Don't be nervous." Xiang Mei took a step forward, his almost transparent body exposed to the light revealing his harmlessness. "With your strength, you could easily tear through my formation and leave, but I..."
A mocking smile appeared on his pale face, his gray-black eyes devoid of any light, as lifeless as a stagnant pool: "Yet we can't do anything."
Shen Mo scanned the area with his divine sense and indeed did not sense Fen Qi's aura, which reassured him somewhat.
Xiang Mei's gaze fell on Qin Moyu behind Shen Mo, and she said with certainty, "You're the one who deciphered my code, aren't you?"
Although it wasn't clear who deciphered the code, their reactions upon entering made it quite obvious. Qin Moyu was more surprised and nostalgic upon seeing the room, while Shen Mo was completely puzzled.
Qin Moyu did not deny it and stepped forward generously: "It's me, my name is Qin Moyu... May I ask how I should address you? Xiang Mei, or Jiang Hua?"
Jianghua?
Xiang Mei, no, it was Jiang Hua, whose eyes were as still as water, finally stirred with emotion. He stood there in a daze, muttering to himself, "Jiang Hua... how long has it been since I heard anyone call me by this name? I've almost forgotten it myself."
This lament was the culmination of countless days and nights of despair. He didn't shed a single tear, yet the sorrow in his heart was palpable.
Shen Mo was unaware of Jiang Hua's sorrow, but Qin Moyu understood him.
Qin Moyu tugged at Shen Mo's sleeve, looked at Jiang Hua, pursed his lips and said, "Let me talk to him alone for a while."
Shen Mo shook his head in disapproval. He didn't think Jiang Hua, who had helped the Heavenly Dao, could have any good intentions.
"You just said you'd trust me, but now you don't even trust yourself anymore?" Qin Moyu deliberately snorted, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you can put me in danger?"
Qin Moyu's ability to talk privately with Jiang Hua without worry is undoubtedly the greatest trust and affirmation of Shen Mo's strength.
He believed that Shen Mo would appear in time when Jiang Hua had ulterior motives, and he also believed that Shen Mo would protect him well.
Since Qin Moyu had already said that, Shen Mo would seem insecure if he didn't agree. He looked at Qin Moyu's provocative face with a headache and said helplessly and amusedly, "You really have me completely under your thumb."
He sighed and chose a compromise: "I'll wait for you outside and watch you with my divine sense. I won't eavesdrop, okay?"
Qin Moyu knew this was Shen Mo's last line of defense. Only in this way could Shen Mo be 100% certain of protecting himself. He was still very happy to be valued so much, and nodded with a smile.
"Wait for me." Qin Moyu hugged Shen Mo.
Shen Mo was rarely embraced by Qin Moyu, but he couldn't be happy at all and left with a depressed look on his face.
From the unfamiliar poem on the river to the question about the stone lion, combined with Qin Moyu's previously strange ideas, he had already guessed that Qin Moyu was hiding something from him.
The possessive Shen Mo naturally wanted to know everything about Qin Moyu, but if Qin Moyu didn't want to talk about it, he respected her choice and could only suppress his desire to uncover her secrets. He believed that one day Qin Moyu would be willing to tell him.
—Well, of course, I would still feel depressed before Qin Moyu told me.
After Shen Mo left, only Qin Moyu and Jiang Hua remained in the room. Qin Moyu briefly explained her situation in her previous life.
"...Suddenly, I opened my eyes and closed them, and I was in this world. I don't know why." Qin Moyu sighed, still feeling indignant about this hasty way of transmigrating.
If he had known he was going to time travel, he wouldn't have worked so hard to save money or stock up on anime series. Now that he's time-traveled, he has nothing left.
Qin Moyu's only obsession in her past life was the money she hadn't spent and the anime series and novels she hadn't finished watching. Apart from that, she had no friends or family, so she was quite carefree.
After listening to Qin Moyu's complaints, Jiang Hua's eyes flashed with envy: "It's so good that you have no ties and can live in this world again."
He turned to look at the cabinet next to him and actually took a picture frame off the cabinet.
Jiang Hua handed the photo frame to Qin Moyu: "These are my parents and wife."
Qin Moyu saw the group photo in the frame: a middle-aged couple with a boy and a girl in school uniforms standing in front of them, their faces beaming with happy smiles.
“She lived right next door to me. We grew up together. When our parents found out we were dating in junior high, her parents laughed and told me to take good care of her. My parents, on the other hand, almost beat me to death.” Jiang Hua’s hand stroked the photo frame, his soft voice filled with endless tenderness. “I watched her go from school uniform to wedding dress. We promised to take care of my parents in their old age, see them off when they die, have a child, watch them grow up, and then grow old together.”
“Do you know?” Jiang Hua suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemingly glistening with tears, “Before I transmigrated, our child was due to be born in a month.”
Jiang Hua closed his eyes, his voice trembling.
"I may never hear that 'Dad' again."
Jiang Hua had a happy life ahead of him: his parents who were not yet old, his childhood sweetheart, and his child who was about to be born. But he lost everything because of a sudden time travel. When a strange world and strange people called out his unfamiliar name, he frantically searched for his way home, but gradually despaired in the disappointment of each passing day. Even now, he still can't understand it.
"Why?"
He asked Qin Moyu, but it also seemed as if he was asking the world.
Why him of all people? Why?!
He was angry, confused, and desperate, yet he couldn't find anyone to vent his anger on.