Then what she wrote was all scribbles, so messy that even she couldn't understand it.

So she said, "I can only tell you some of what I saw as a story, but I can't retell the whole story, nor can I tell you specific names of people, places, or times."

He Lixuan nodded quickly: "That's good. Tell me what you can say, and it's okay if you don't say what you can't say."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket for a pen, but Shiyue stopped him: "It's impossible to record anything here."

He Lixuan immediately withdrew his pen, looked at Shiyue with a solemn expression, and said, "I understand. I won't do anything. Just say that."

However, Shiyue did not immediately begin to tell her story.

She suddenly thought of something.

When she rescued He Lixue on the mountain, she put him in a small house and then moved him to another place.

She had previously tried secretly letting her neighbor's hen into the house and then secretly letting it out again.

If that's the case, then could she bring He Lixuan to that little house as well?

If possible, he can read those books inside by himself.

Thinking of this, Shiyue became excited.

She sat up straight and said, "Don't move, I'll try to get you inside."

He Lixuan never expected that this could be done.

He immediately sat up straight and excitedly puffed out his chest.

Shiyue grabbed his hand and silently said in her heart, "Go in."

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

Shiyue was a little unwilling. She recalled the scene when she brought He Lixue into the space and sat down next to He Lixuan.

Then he continued to silently repeat in his mind, "Take him into the hut."

Unfortunately, there has been no response.