Xiao Chen spoke in detail, and Shen Qinghe recalled that indeed there had been such an incident.
Her memories from when she was five years old had already blurred; she vaguely remembered being driven to loud weeping by a male cultivator, feeling that the disciple sent by Shen Zhuo to take care of her lacked the patience of Yan Changsheng and couldn't sing lullabies, not liking that sect disciple one bit.
She'd never imagined that person was actually Xiao Chen.
"Times change, and Big Senior Brother doesn't need to dwell on such trivial matters. I hardly remember anything from my childhood, and now that I've grown up, I don't need any lullabies to cajole me to sleep. Big Senior Brother, all I ask for is peace and quiet, and I will be forever grateful," Shen Qinghe said indifferently as she opened her lips.
Xiao Chen smiled and said nothing more, nor did he speak again.
