Song Jiaye almost immediately thought of his dream.
He looked at Li Xiyu in great surprise, but soon thought of that poetry collection.
It made sense. The content in the poetry collection highly overlapped with his dream. Li Xiyu had directly seen the original photos taken by the archaeologists. What she knew must be more comprehensive and detailed than what was circulated online. Maybe the copy in Li Xiyu's hand had such a plot.
Thinking like this, he didn't ask any more questions.
Song Jiaye couldn't quite describe his state of mind. When facing Li Xichi and Jiang Yongfeng, he could directly question them whether they were lying to him and openly express his anger.
But when it came to Li Xiyu, whom he could even say he disliked before, he hesitated now.
Moreover, Song Jiaye was surprised to find that the reason he didn't want to pierce this layer of window paper was that he enjoyed it.
This Li Xiyu, who was a bit silly occasionally but mostly cute, made him reluctant to part with her. And now, she always gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
It was as if they had known each other for a long time.
Song Jiaye even began to dislike himself a little.
Li Xiyu had made herself very clear before. How come it was him who was hesitating and indecisive now.
When they returned to Xiyu Villa, Li Xiyu actually had a feeling of having passed through a long time.
So many things had happened these days that she herself hadn't even reacted.
After returning to her room and washing up, Li Xiyu was about to lie down and go to sleep when there came a knock on the door.
She thought it was Sister Liu and didn't think much. While drying her hair, she ran to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, there stood Song Jiaye.
At this moment, Li Xiyu was only wrapped in a bathrobe around the key parts, with a large area of her skin exposed. What was worse, the bathrobe wasn't very stable and would slide down from time to time. She had to hold it tightly.
She let out a scream. Before Song Jiaye could say a word, she slammed the door shut.
There came a series of clattering sounds inside the door. Song Jiaye stood at the door, looking at Li Tong and Sister Liu, who came out sleepily rubbing their eyes to see what was going on. He felt as if he was standing on needles, extremely uncomfortable.
"Um, Xiyu, don't misunderstand. I just wanted to ask about that poetry collection."
As soon as he said this, Li Xiyu had already opened the door.
At this time, she had changed into a conservative pajamas that even covered her neck. Her fair skin couldn't be seen, nor could the panicked blush.
Song Jiaye actually felt a bit regretful.
Song Jiaye explained his intention again.
"I'd like to borrow that poetry collection to have a look."
Li Xiyu nodded.
"Wait a moment."
She walked into the room and took out the poetry collection that she regarded as a treasure from the bedside table. When handing it to Song Jiaye, she couldn't help reminding him, "Um... remember to return it to me after you finish reading."
Because Li Xiyu valued it so much, Song Jiaye subconsciously reached out both hands to take it.
After taking the poetry collection, Song Jiaye still stood there. Li Xiyu was too embarrassed to close the door directly and said euphemistically, "Mr. Song, it's too late."
Only then did Song Jiaye come to his senses. It was said that those who are near the vermilion are red and those who are near the ink are black. Could it be that those who are near the cute will also become silly?
Every time he faced Li Xiyu, his reaction seemed to be half a beat slower.
Song Jiaye said politely, "Sorry to bother you. Good night."
"Good night? Is this a way of greeting for you?"
If it had been the previous Song Jiaye, he would definitely have explained impatiently, "Yes." But at this moment, he was reluctant to end this brief pre - sleep encounter with Li Xiyu.
"If it's not good night, what should it be called?"
"Anqin or jiujin. But generally, court ladies would say guian."
"Court ladies? Have you been poisoned after chatting with Li Xichi for an afternoon?"
Li Xiyu looked at Song Jiaye and said seriously, "Do you believe her?"
Song Jiaye of course knew that Li Xiyu was referring to the fact that Li Xichi suddenly became a crazy person who always said "this palace" in every sentence.
Maybe she heard the word "time - travel" from Li Xiyu, so now she always talked about time - travel.
Song Jiaye shook his head.
"Then just take what I said as nonsense."
Li Xiyu was a bit disappointed. After all, she still remembered that in the capital before, Song Jiaye's attitude towards her had changed. He began to believe that she was a time - traveler.
She thought that she would have someone to communicate with openly in the future.
Now it seemed that Song Jiaye was probably just coaxing a child.
Li Xiyu lowered her head and said, "It's okay, Mr. Song. Good night."
Li Xiyu took a step back and wanted to close the door. Just as the door was about to close, it was blocked by someone.
"Xiyu, I think you misunderstood."
"Misunderstood what?"
"I don't believe Li Xichi, but I believe you."
Hearing this, Li Xiyu didn't believe it. She still thought that Song Jiaye was just coaxing her.
"You believe that I'm a time - traveler too?"
"Yes."
In fact, the materialist Song Jiaye had secretly looked through a lot of materials about time - travel. He also knew that many physical experts at home and abroad were studying the possibility of time - travel.
Although this was still a paradox at present, Song Jiaye was still willing to believe it.
Just because Li Xiyu said that she was a time - traveler.
Song Jiaye said without hesitation and firmly that he believed her, which made Li Xiyu think of a new word she had just learned recently.
"Mr. Song, in our ancient words, what you're doing is called a wavering person. In modern words, it should be called double - standard?"
Song Jiaye could only smile awkwardly and scratch the back of his head.
"You always talk about the ancient times. Can you tell me what happened to you in the ancient times?" Song Jiaye asked.
He was now very curious about everything about this new Li Xiyu.
"Sure."
Li Xiyu trusted this modern Song Jiaye completely.
It was like a baby bird recognizing its mother. Song Jiaye was the only one who had seriously listened to her demands and helped her adapt to this society since she came to this world.
Father and elder brother were really good to her, but they always had a lot of things to do. Taking care of her was just like taking care of Li Tong, making sure she was well - fed, well - dressed and warm. They never cared about what she was thinking.
So, in the face of Song Jiaye's question, Li Xiyu of course agreed generously.
"Okay."
However, Li Xiyu now thought that her own story was rather uneventful. She actually wanted to talk to Song Jiaye about Zhou Donglin.
As soon as this thought came up, Li Xiyu thought she was crazy.
In the ancient times, when Li Xiyu was alive, Song Jiaye had often targeted Zhou Donglin out of jealousy. From Concubine Yu's account, after her death, Song Jiaye didn't let Zhou Donglin off.
She actually wanted to mention Zhou Donglin in front of someone who looked exactly like Song Jiaye.
This was disrespectful to Donglin.