She sat next to him, took his hand, and asked softly, "What happened? Can you tell me?"
Zhou Jing'an lowered his eyes and watched her holding his hand. Her voice was gentle and full of concern. He pursed his lips and hesitantly said, "Why...is there no Da Gan in history books?"
He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Ling. There seemed to be some disbelief in his eyes, and a trace of pain and helplessness flashed across his eyes.
"Why is it that even the Xia Dynasty is recorded, but there is not a single word about the Dagan?"
Jiang Ling was stunned. She really couldn't react when he asked her that.
Seeing that she was silent, Zhou Jing'an lowered his head and looked disappointed.
Jiang Ling looked back and saw a history textbook and several books related to history on the table, all of which were open, as if they were anxiously looking for something in the books.
She frowned slightly, somewhat annoyed at her own negligence.
The thing she traveled through was a novel, not real history. Da Gan was a fictional dynasty created by the author. It was imaginary and of course not recorded in history books.
Zhou Jing'an lowered his head and said nothing. Although his face was expressionless, Jiang Ling could see his confusion and helplessness.
She was anxiously thinking about how to tell him, but she heard him say again: "No big deal, right?"
It was a very light sentence, but it felt like a thousand pounds weighing on Zhou Jing'an's heart.
According to the schedule, he read the history textbook this morning, but found that there was not a single mention of Da Gan in the entire text. He then flipped through other historical monographs, trying to find a word about Da Gan, but found nothing.
He was really confused and sat in the chair in silence for a long time.
It was so long that he thought of countless reasons in his head, but he couldn't find any one that could convince himself.
In the end, only one reason came to his mind, and that was...
Dagan never existed from the beginning to the end.
When this thought came to him, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His whole body was cold and trembling, his heart was beating so fast that he was at a loss as to what to do, but he seemed to be falling into the abyss uncontrollably.
How could it be that there was no Dagan? How could the place where he grew up, where he had lived his entire life, not exist?
Zhou Jing'an's brain seemed to have crashed.
The gears of thinking were stuck and motionless.
If Dagan hadn't happened, what would have happened to him? What would have happened to his parents and relatives?
He had never been so confused before.
Like a child lost in the wind, he was eager to grab something, but only wisps of ruthless wind passed through his fingertips, without even stopping for half a second.
He looked up at Jiang Ling, his eyes red and full of helplessness. Jiang Ling clearly saw something in his eyes collapsing.
Her heart ached. She clutched his hand tightly and shook her head. "How could it be? Dagan is right there. You've lived there for so many years, and I've been there for many years too. How could it not exist?"
No matter what the truth is, Jiang Ling couldn't tell him the truth at this time.
Who wouldn’t be devastated to find out that the hometown where they have lived their entire life actually doesn’t exist?
Dagan is the hometown that Zhou Jing'an risked his life to protect.
To a certain extent, she was the one who brought Zhou Jing'an here, so she must be responsible for him.
Protect him.
Whether it is faith or memory, she must protect it well.
Jiang Ling calmed down and smiled faintly, "What's wrong? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
Zhou Jing'an watched her every expression, trying to see if Jiang Ling was lying to him.
He frowned slightly. "But why is there no record of Da Gan? Not even a single sentence."
Jiang Ling tilted her head and pointed at the books on the desk. "These? Have you read them all?"
He nodded and answered seriously: "I have read it all and searched everywhere."
Jiang Ling frowned, "How could that be? It's so strange."
She took the book and flipped through it. In fact, her brain was spinning rapidly, trying to find an explanation that could convince Zhou Jing'an.
Zhou Jing'an looked at her closely, waiting for her answer.
Jiang Ling flipped through half of the book when a good idea came to her mind, but she needed someone else's help to carry it out.
"Really not..." Jiang Ling closed the book and held his hand. "Well, how about I call Shahuhu over and ask him? Maybe he'll know why."
He nodded obediently, "Okay."
Jiang Ling shouted a few silly names into the air.
She quickly explained the current situation to Fox in her mind and told it the countermeasures, asking it to explain according to her words.
Don't forget, she can communicate with Foxy telepathically.
Well, it was Fox that could communicate with her telepathically, but she couldn't sense it.
Jiang Ling wasn't sure if Fox could understand, so she kept calling it.
Suddenly, I heard the voice of Fox.
"Host, this is a tricky problem. Don't worry, the system has already considered this situation and the explanation it offers is the same as yours. Leave it to me."
Since they were able to bring Zhou Jing'an to the modern era, they naturally had to think about a series of subsequent issues.
If the task object doubts that its own world does not exist, it will be a big trouble and may cause its own collapse, which will affect the stable operation of the small world of Da Gan and the operation of the system.
Jiang Ling turned around to look, but didn't see it.
"Host, I am transparent now and will appear in a moment, don't worry."
She breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more at ease.
"Silly? Come out now, I have something to ask you."
At this time, Foxy appeared in the room and asked with a smile: "Host, I'm here."
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