"You should know that when she later 'saw' the middle-aged paralytic Meng Xinian, his face lacked any trace of a warmth-giving expression."
Such a Meng Xinian, alone, with only a wheelchair, was accompanied by a room of desolate solitude.
That is to say, regardless of whether Nian Mutong appeared in his past life, in the end, she never provided Meng Xinian with any companionship or warmth.
Given that, why should she care whether the other person was a Nian or not? Why should she pay any attention to them?
Chiang Xiao glanced at the small medicinal garden newly opened on the black land, all of which were herbs that Meng Chaojun needed. They had found some, and she gave him part, while the rest she planted in the Space. In a few more days, if she substituted these for the ones Chen Baoshen had given, their medicinal effects would be entirely different.
She fetched a bit of Spiritual Spring Water and watered the herbs, then saw the plants grow visibly at an alarming rate.
