Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s
Chapter 1365 - 1366: Where Are Those Things?

Chapter 1365: Chapter 1366: Where Are Those Things?

He instantly identified Chiang Xiao’s scent.

That distinctive, subtle fragrance unique to her.

He leaned into her embrace, wrapped in her arms, her head lowered with her face resting against his forehead.

She had fallen asleep.

Meng Xinian felt an immense gratitude towards fate at this moment.

It hadn’t been utterly cruel to him.

He was still alive, still able to see Chiang Xiaoxiao again, still able to touch her, and still could grow old with her.

And to Chiang Xiaoxiao, he no longer wanted to just say thank you.

His heart belonged to her, his person was hers, his life was also hers.

In this lifetime, he was entirely hers, and if there really were an afterlife, he’d still wish to be solely hers.

Never had anyone made him feel so complete and fulfilled to this extent, beyond words.

He lifted his hand, gently placing his palm on her cheek and tenderly caressed it, the other hand supporting himself as he propped up his upper body, leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers in a lingering, entwining kiss.

His heart was so filled with gratitude to fate and love for her that it felt like it would burst.

If possible, he really wanted to just keep kissing her like this, never letting go.

She must be really tired.

He kissed her in this way, yet she didn’t awaken.

Meng Xinian held her head with one hand, trying not to startle her, diligently shifting his body, sitting up bit by bit, adjusting their positions, so he was holding her in his arms, allowing her to sleep more comfortably.

Holding her while sitting, Meng Xinian finally turned to look at Zhao Xin and Dai Gang.

Their complexions had obviously improved, and one could see the rise and fall of their chests.

He took a long breath, subconsciously tightening his embrace around the young girl in his arms.

And he also noticed that, after not having seen her for more than half a year, his young girl had undergone subtle changes.

She had obviously grown taller, her features more distinct, now possessing a certain mature and vivid beauty.

Although the setting was inappropriate, he couldn’t ignore that the girl against his chest felt softer.

His young girl was growing up.

Holding her, Meng Xinian suddenly came to the realization, reflecting on his returned strength and vitality; it felt as though he had regained nearly seventy percent, wasn’t it?

Even though he knew her potions were potent, healing wounds usually took a process, it needed time, but his recovery this time seemed too swift!

And he dimly remembered, he drank a lot of water before?

There were two small potion bottles on the ground; he was rather familiar with such bottles as Chiang Xiao had ordered quite a few. However, those two small potion bottles were beside Zhao Xin and Dai Gang, where was the bottle he drank from?

He had drunk so much just now, at least ten bottles, right?

Where were the bottles?

Did her backpack contain so many bottles of potion?

Meng Xinian hooked over the backpack Chiang Xiao had just undone with his foot, opened it, saw some emergency medical supplies and gauze, a set of clothes, but nothing more.

Where were the bottles of the potion he had drunk?

Furthermore, there was still a sweet taste in his mouth; it didn’t seem like he drank potion.

His cracked lips had become moistened.

Meng Xinian narrowed his eyes slightly, meticulously recalling the hazy sensation of drinking water before.

What had been in his mouth was...

He gently clasped her hand, lifting it in front of him.

Her hand was dirty, covered in mud.

But, there was one finger that was clean.

Meng Xinian brought her hand to his mouth, and suddenly, he understood.

Shocked, his gaze then turned towards the door.

The fallen iron door looked like it had been pried open with brute force, but no object that could be used for prying was in sight.

What shocked him even more was, where was the big pile of dirt that had collapsed before?

That day, they heard the loud sound of mud and rocks collapsing outside the door; judging by the sound, there should have been a significant pile of dirt.