Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 813 - 397: One Person Experiences the Vicissitudes of Life, Another Grows Old Again _3

Chapter 813: Chapter 397: One Person Experiences the Vicissitudes of Life, Another Grows Old Again _3

Before Jiang Shouzhong could fully recover from his dazed state, a small boy shot out like a whirlwind from beside the bed.

The boy moved quickly, darting out of the door in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, the sound of soft footsteps gradually approached.

A young woman slowly stepped into the room.

The young woman’s features were plain, unremarkable — the kind of face that would get lost in a crowd. A conspicuous birthmark adorned her neck.

Her clothes were simple and made of coarse fabric, designed plainly, making it clear she was an ordinary villager, living an unembellished life.

When her eyes fell on Jiang Shouzhong, she appeared timid, as if hesitant to come closer. She lowered her head and spoke in a barely audible voice:

"Sir, today when I went up the mountain to chop firewood, I happened to find you unconscious in the deep forest. I quickly went to ask Uncle Li for help, and we struggled a lot to carry you back..."

Jiang Shouzhong’s head was still foggy, his thoughts unable to escape the haze that clouded them.

He pressed a hand to his temple, massaging it in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing pain in his head. He then absentmindedly asked, "Who are you? Where is this place?"

"My surname is Pang. This is Yu Family Village."

The young woman continued speaking softly.

She hesitated briefly before lifting her gaze nervously, her eyes holding a mix of worry and curiosity as she asked, "Sir, did you escape here from Huye? What’s the battle situation like there now? Is the war still going on?"

Huye? Battle? What war?

Jiang Shouzhong’s mind was a blank slate, unable to make sense of the woman’s words.

However, her repeated use of "sir" made Jiang Shouzhong feel awkward.

Do I really look that old?

Yet, when Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes unintentionally drifted to the bronze mirror sitting on the bedside table, he froze in place.

The reflection showed a man with a face covered in stubble, weathered and worn.

Though the contours of his features hadn’t changed much, his face now bore an unmistakable maturity, suggesting an age of well over thirty.

Still, perhaps because he had been blessed with naturally handsome features, his slightly rugged appearance now exuded a distinct charm.

There was an air of sophistication and allure, the essence of a seasoned man.

Is that... me?

Jiang Shouzhong stared, stunned.

He quickly picked up the bronze mirror and examined himself carefully.

His reaction startled the young woman, who timidly added, "Oh, right, your daughter... We saved her too, but her condition isn’t very good."

Daughter?

Jiang Shouzhong blinked, convinced he must have misheard her.

Sister, you’ve got the wrong person! Sure, I might look older right now, but where on earth would I have a daughter?

"She’s resting in the next room. I asked Granny Zhang from the village to look at her injuries. She’s a healer. Granny Zhang said your daughter suffered severe trauma and may not wake up for a while... Also, she might never be able to walk again."

The young woman’s expression grew somber.

Such a beautiful young girl, yet she might be bedridden for life.

Sister, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?

Growing increasingly confused, Jiang Shouzhong, head swirling with questions, walked to the neighboring room.

As soon as he stepped inside, he saw a girl of about ten years old lying on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, lost in deep unconsciousness.

The girl’s pale complexion radiated a frailness that stirred pity in the heart.

Yet even in such a state, her striking features were impossible to conceal — at such a young age, it was already apparent she’d grow into a stunning beauty.

But as he stared at her, an odd feeling began to creep over Jiang Shouzhong.

Why does it feel like...

This little girl resembles Jiang Yi?