When Le Ling heard him bring up moving to the Worship Hall again, she did not immediately refuse this time, but she remained hesitant.
Qian Daoliu saw the obvious wavering in her eyes.
He immediately began persuading her earnestly. "Ling'er, these days, I basically have to treat your Nightmare Affliction every night."
"Since that's the case, why not just move into the Worship Hall and live with me? That way, I won't have to go all the way to the Papal Palace every night."
"Besides, you only agreed to give me a chance last night. But if you keep living in the Papal Palace, wouldn't that chance be wasted?"
At the mention of the Papal Palace, Le Ling thought of Bibi Dong.
Not wanting to give him an answer so quickly, she changed the subject and asked, "Did you know that Bibi Dong took advantage of your son's injury back then to devour his body and soul?"
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.
"I wasn't at the Worship Hall when it happened, so I didn't know. I only found out after I returned!"
Although he had been deeply saddened by it at the time, so many years had passed that he had gradually come to terms with it.
Seeing his gaze suddenly dim, Le Ling felt displeased that he had once been married and had a son, but she was not heartless after all.
She sat up and took the initiative to hug him, offering him some comfort.
It was rare for Ling'er to embrace him of her own accord. Qian Daoliu immediately wrapped his arms around her soft, delicate body, holding her tightly as he took the opportunity to bury his face in the hollow of her neck.
"Qian Daoliu! Don't push your luck!!"
Le Ling tried to push him away