Ye Shaoxuan pulled her back and contentedly wrapped her in his arms. "Mm. It wasn't just eight lifetimes. We probably had to cultivate for tens of millions of years to earn this blessing."
Su Qiao glanced at the window, which had already begun to brighten, and patted his back. "Get up. We still have important things to do today."
"Just a little longer. Just a little."
Ye Shaoxuan was reluctant to let go of this warmth, which was enveloped in happiness.
It was as if holding her made his life perfect, free of all flaws and regrets.
Su Qiao felt a little helpless.
Let him hold me for as long as he wants!
She yawned, closed her eyes, and continued sleeping.
*
As one flower bloomed, another story unfolded elsewhere.
On the other side, a shrill scream nearly tore the roof off. Even the old woman sweeping the courtyard was so startled that she dropped her broom.
"What on earth is going on? What on earth is going on?!"
Lin Hanyan stared at the clumps of withered yellow hair on her pillow, then rushed to the bronze mirror before her dressing table. She quickly ran her hands through her hair twice.
The strands came away in handfuls, like lifeless withered grass. Her scalp was bald in patches, here and there, like that of a person with ringworm. The sight was horrifying.
"Ahhh!!!"
Another terrifying scream burst from the room and shot into the sky.
The maid Yuechan was so frightened by the sight of her mistress that she stood there dumbfounded, covering her mouth and unable to recover for a long while.
Lin Hanyan spun around and grabbed her neck like a madwoman, roaring like a vengeful ghost, "Tell me! Was it you? Did you tamper with my comb and