"He'll die." Song's mother nearly jumped up in agitation, saying urgently, "No, we can't let him die, we absolutely can't let him die! If he dies..."

Swallowing nervously, Song's mother continued, "If he dies, we'll both be arrested as murderers."

Song Yueying wasn't worried about being mistaken for a murderer.

After all, the police rely on evidence in their investigations. She and Song's mother didn't kill the person, and they had no motive to do so, so they can't be blamed for it.

But he still nodded in agreement, "Yes, if he's going to die, he can't die on our doorstep, otherwise it'll be hard to explain."

Song Yueying didn't know Qi Yanjue's identity, but she did know the severity of his injuries. Old and new gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and so many people chasing him…

His identity is definitely not simple.

If Qi Yanjue hadn't taken her antidote, he wouldn't have survived to the hospital.

He had just escaped death, so what made him brave the torrential rain to return to the village? And what made him return to the village, not to his own home, but to her doorstep instead?

One question mark after another popped into Song Yueying's mind, and she couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

"I'm not dead yet." Qi Yanjue's deep voice was tinged with helplessness. He had been conscious, but Song Yueying suddenly hit him, and he fainted for a short while from the pain.

He had just regained consciousness when he overheard the mother and daughter's conversation, and he felt he needed to clarify things.

Song Yueying and her mother, who is recognized as crazy by the whole village, are really unreliable.

One woman worried that if he died, she and her daughter would be arrested as murderers. The other worried that if he died at their doorstep, it would be difficult to explain.

Neither the mother nor the daughter thought to bring him inside first.

"You're not dead?" Upon hearing Qi Yanjue say that he was still alive, Song's mother immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead, you really scared us to death."

As she spoke, Song's mother patted her chest, indicating that she was truly terrified.

Qi Yanjue knew that Song's mother was mentally unstable and could not be stimulated, so he comforted her, saying, "Yes, I am not dead, you don't need to worry."

Upon hearing this, Song's mother was indeed no longer worried, and the tense expression on her face relaxed. She even let go of Song Yueying's hand and walked up to Qi Yanjue.

After bending down to examine him for a while, I simply squatted down and got closer to continue examining him.

"You..." Qi Yanjue felt a little uncomfortable under Song's mother's gaze. He wanted to ask something, but stopped after saying only one word.

"You're Xiao Qi." Song's mother suddenly spoke, a happy smile spreading across her face. "Xiao Qi, you're back."

Qi Yanjue and Song Yueying were both stunned.

Song's mother's words flowed like a torrent, "Xiao Qi, did you come back to see me? But why did it take you so long to get back? Xiao Yingzi has been back for ages."

"I asked her why you didn't come back with her? She said you had something to do and wouldn't be coming back anymore."

"Xiao Qi, why are you making yourself look like a beggar?"

"Such a beautiful face covered in mud and injured..."

“Even a pretty face looks bad now, let me clean it for you.” With that, Song’s mother reached out to wipe Qi Yanjue’s face.

"No need." Qi Yanjue dodged Song's mother's hand. Although he was injured, he was still quick.

Faced with Song's mother's words, Qi Yanjue truly didn't know how to respond, yet he couldn't ignore them. After carefully considering his words, he slowly began, "Auntie..."

"What aunt? Call me Mom." Song's mother interrupted Qi Yanjue, withdrawing her hand and no longer wanting to wipe the mud off his face.

Qi Yanjue was startled again, then looked up at Song Yueying with a complex expression in his eyes. Song Yueying didn't remember him, but her mentally unstable mother did.

"Mom! Song's mother made Qi Yanjue call her Mom?" Song Yueying stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

I quickly searched through the original owner's memories, and it turned out that Song's mother did not have a son in the original owner's memories.

Where did Qi Yanjue come from? Why did Song's mother want Qi Yanjue to call her "Mom"? Song Yueying couldn't understand, so she went over, took Song's mother's arm, and pulled her up.

In front of Qi Yanjue, Song Yueying asked her mother in a low voice, "When did you have a son who is older than me?"

"What? My son?" Song's mother asked instinctively, looking at Song Yueying with a blank expression.

Qi Yanjue's lips twitched, confirming once again that Song Yueying truly did not remember him.

Seeing the bewildered look on Song's mother's face, Song Yueying knew she hadn't understood what she meant. She had to repeat herself, "He called you 'Mom,' not 'your son,' right?"

“No.” This time, Song’s mother understood and subconsciously retorted, “Impossible. I don’t have a son. I only have you as my daughter. I don’t have a son.”

"I have no son."

Song Yueying frowned. In the original owner's memories, her mother often experienced memory lapses. Qi Yanjue might really be her son, but she just didn't remember him.

For example, the original owner told Song's mother on the day she returned to the village that her husband had sacrificed his life. However, Song's mother never remembered this; she only remembered that she was married and did not remember that her husband had died for his country.

If Qi Yanjue is Song's mother's son, then wouldn't he be her brother?

He is the older brother.

Seeing that Song Yueying remained silent, Song's mother assumed she didn't believe her. She anxiously explained, "Little Yingying, my daughter, believe me, I really don't have a son."

"I really, really only have you as my daughter."

Listening to the mother and daughter's conversation, Qi Yanjue's chapped lips twitched a few times. His whole body ached so much he was nearly fainting, and he couldn't bring himself to explain the misunderstanding.

Seeing that Qi Yanjue looked like he was about to faint again, Song Yueying's brow twitched. After a moment of contemplation, she decided to stop worrying about whether Qi Yanjue was her mother's son.

Looking at the mud on Qi Yanjue's body, Song Yueying felt a little disgusted, but still said to her mother, "Let's not worry about whether he is your son or not. Let's get him inside first."

Whether a man dies or collapses at their doorstep, if someone sees him, many versions of gossip will circulate.

Fortunately, it had just rained heavily, and the villagers were all in their own homes. They should hurry and get Qi Yanjue inside while no one was watching.

"Alright, alright, you're right. Let's get him inside first." Song's mother always listened to her daughter, so naturally she did whatever her daughter said.

It took the mother and daughter some effort to get Qi Yanjue into the main room.

When he was placed on the ground, there was a thud, as Qi Yanjue's head hit the ground and he passed out again.

Song Yueying's expression stiffened; she felt pain for Qi Yanjue. Yet, her mother asked with a puzzled look, "Is he unconscious this time, or just asleep?"

Of course he's unconscious; he hit his head and lost consciousness. Song Yueying didn't want to talk about this, so she changed the subject, "Let's go back to our room and change our dirty clothes."

"Yes, yes, you're right." Song's mother nodded in agreement and turned to walk towards her room.