Hua jingxun had never said these words to anyone. Perhaps even if she did, the others would not listen and would instead laugh.
Even Duanmu qingheng didn't want to listen to her talk about the village as if he was disdainful.
Because she was Xie lingye, and because he was willing to listen to her story, she couldn't help but share it with him and tell him these things.
It was completely involuntary.
Some of her memories would come back to her when she was in front of Xie lingye.
She hated that she could not tell him many things about her childhood.
Xie lingye's expression was serious as he responded to Hua jingxun from time to time. He was also listening attentively, as if he wanted to remember all the interesting things that happened to her when she was young.
Moreover, Xie lingye's eyes were shining with a charming light.
As Hua jingxun spoke, her expression became a little dazed.
