"Cici," Jian Shichu looked at her with a strange expression, "when you rescued me in Yunxi Mountain all those years ago, did you ever sing a song to me?"
"Sing a song?... Ah!" Ye Qingci's face turned red in an instant.
Back then, when she saved that big brother from the cave, he was always unconscious, and she was very afraid.
She had heard Nanny say that if a person is in a coma, you have to keep talking to them non-stop, otherwise, they might fall asleep and die, never waking up again.
Thinking of Nanny's words, she carried that big brother on her back through the jungle and sang him a nursery rhyme that Nanny had taught them.
She had known that nursery rhyme since she was little, as if it had been branded in her brain, ready at a moment's notice.
But now, in front of Jian Shichu, she somehow couldn't bring herself to sing it.
"What's the matter?" Jian Shichu frowned at her, his hand clutching her shoulder, "Cici, this is very important!"
