Ever since Wei Xiao Mo had officially become part of the Su Family, the ancient powerhouse sleeping within her had settled down. She had caused no more trouble.
She would occasionally awaken for a moment, leaving behind a trace of ancient pressure that was almost imperceptible, before quietly sinking back into silence.
Most of the time, the one occupying this young girl's body was still that pure-hearted little girl who knew nothing of the ways of the world.
The shyness and nervousness of a newlywed had once made her movements somewhat restrained. Whenever she spoke with Su Fan, she often lowered her brows, the tips of her ears flushed red.
But as the days passed, the warmth of the Su Family gradually seeped into her, and her restraint slowly faded as she adapted to the atmosphere of the Su Family.
She got along fairly well with Su Fan's several senior sisters, too. After all, she was still young, and out of consideration for Su Fan's feelings, his three Dao companions naturally would not make things difficult for this half-grown girl.
Although they were not especially warm toward her in daily life, they still looked after her quite a bit.
Only, there was always a faint sense of estrangement between them, and no one ever pointed it out.
After all, within this seemingly innocent and carefree little girl slept an ancient powerhouse who had reincarnated and cultivated anew. That hidden deterrent made it impossible for them to truly open their hearts to her.
Wei Xiao Mo, however, was completely unconcerned about this—or rather, she had never noticed that subtle estrangement at all.
To her, as long as she could stay by Su Fan's side, that was enough.
Su Fan treated her gently, and the two of them had endless common topics.