As the latter half of the night arrived, snowflakes began drifting down from the sky again, and Shen Wenchen sat beside the fire pit, deep in thought as he looked at the nearby mountains blanketed by trees.
The book stated that he would fall from his horse and suffer amnesia, forgetting both Nannan and mother and son Zhiyu, but the truth was that although he fell off his horse, he had not lost his memory. Could this mean that the plot was already starting to change?
Seeing Shen Wenchen staring blankly outside the carriage, Nanzhi hesitated for a moment before still deciding to tuck in Shen Zhiyu properly and then stealthily stepped out of the mule cart.
"What are you thinking about?"
Nanzhi bent down to sit beside him, asking softly.
"It's nothing."
Shen Wenchen shook his head, and all the doubts on his face disappeared cleanly.
Since he was capable of changing the plot, he did not wish to worry her any further.