Huo Mansion.
Song Qing was sent to the small building where Huo Yirong was located, her brain's memory in chaos after being struck by lightning, yet she felt a deep, marrow-deep familiarity with the environment before her.
Two sets of memories collided in her mind, the jumbled recollections twisting her features into a grotesque snarl.
In those memories, she inexplicably found herself crying on the shoulders of a strange man, driven by the nagging pain.
Then there was the image of her, valiant and dashing, climbing mountains at night in search of the Divine Monarch, all the while cursing and swearing under her breath.
"Leave a note, go back, go back my ass!"
What note?
Song Qing, sitting on the sofa with her hands in her hair, felt like there were two people fighting inside her head.
Upon learning that Song Qing had been captured and brought back, Huo Yirong immediately went downstairs.
He moved swiftly, no longer needing to sit in a wheelchair as if he were invalid.