The mad scholar woke up to find himself lying in his own home.
His bedside was crowded with villagers discussing what to do, as well as a red-eyed Shen Ningning.
"Teacher, you're awake!" the little one was the first to notice.
As soon as she spoke, the villagers hurried forward, all talking at once with concern. "Mad scholar, are you alright?"
"My goodness, that was so dangerous. You nearly fell to your death! If Sanwa hadn't found you when he did, you'd be meeting King Yama by now."
"You really scared Ningning. She cried for a long time. You can't do this again!" the old village chief spoke last. His sharp reprimand helped clear the mad scholar's aching head a little.
He propped himself up. Chen Ye hurried forward to help Shen Ningning sit him up.
"Ningning..." The mad scholar's forehead was wrapped in a white bandage, from which a light red was faintly seeping. "You shouldn't have saved me. Only with my death can this grudge be truly settled."
