Chu Xi’s parents, upon hearing this, glanced at Song Taishan and his wife, and seeing that there were strangers around, they nearly turned to leave.
But Chu Xi, as if anticipating their intention, intercepted them beforehand and supported them as they walked over.
Support, that is, was almost akin to dragging.
Just two hours before, Chu Xi hadn’t liked Song Taishan much and even felt that their personalities clashed.
He didn’t care about anything, didn’t want to think anymore.
He could even do without his child.
All he wanted was for his parents to give him the truth, an apology.
Almost forcefully, Chu Xi pulled his parents to the chairs in front of Jiangli and made them sit.
The expressions on Chu Xi’s parents’ faces couldn’t have been uglier.
Jiangli barely perceptibly arched an eyebrow and said, "Do the two of you need me to set an example, make an introduction?"
Chu Xi’s parents’ faces became even more indescribable, filled with both shame and anger.
Chu Xi said, "Mom and Dad, what you told me before, now repeat it in front of the Abbot and Yiran."
Chu Xi’s father turned pale and poked Chu Xi’s mother’s arm, "You say it, you’re the one who wanted to come here!"
Chu Xi’s mother, with her head lowered, seemed almost too ashamed to lift her face.
Jiangli’s hand rested on the table, tapping impatiently.
Seeing their hesitant and stumbling demeanor, Jiangli said calmly, "Perhaps you’re not aware, but that little girl has been following Chu Xi all along."
At these words, everyone suddenly looked towards Jiangli.
Song Taishan and Wenru, confusion in their eyes, didn’t quite grasp the meaning of that statement; they looked towards Chu Xi’s side but didn’t see any little girl.
Suddenly, Song Taishan recalled Jiangli’s previously mystic demeanor, and the hair on his back stood on end in salute.
Chu Xi, his father, and his mother, as if they knew something, all had faces sheet-white and bloodless.
Chu Xi’s parents especially jolted, abruptly looking towards Chu Xi’s side.
Chu Xi couldn’t help but look around himself and suddenly remembered the first time he met Jiangli.
Jiangli had looked at him meaningfully several times, but his gaze had always fallen behind him.
At the time, Chu Xi thought Jiangli was looking at something else...
Now it seemed he was indeed looking at something else...
But it was something beyond Chu Xi’s wildest thoughts?
"Why do all of you look so terrible?" Zhou Yiran was still in the dark, clueless about what had happened.
Catching sight of their pale faces, she asked, full of suspicion, "What’s happened? Husband, what are you all looking at?"
Chu Xi looked at Zhou Yiran, and perhaps it was psychological, but for a moment, he felt a chill breeze blowing by his side.
He shivered entirely, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
"What, what’s wrong with you?" Noticing his odd expression, Zhou Yiran grew tense, "What’s happened, just tell me!"
Chu Xi looked at his parents and suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "She... It seems she really is here..."
Chu Xi’s parents nearly fell off their chairs.
Incredulously, they exclaimed in unison.
"How is that possible?"
"She, she’s long been dead, hasn’t she?"
On hearing this, everyone’s scalp tingled.
"What do you mean she’s long been dead?" Zhou Yiran was baffled, a bad feeling growing inside her, "Husband, hurry up and tell me, what are you talking about?"
Chu Xi took a deep breath, "Mom and Dad, you still refuse to speak? Do you really want to watch me die, or make me say it myself?"
Chu Xi’s parents looked at each other, at a loss.
Chu Xi’s mother, covering her face, began to sob, "I knew we shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have... It’s such an outrage against the heavens..."