No guilt at all.
He had severed so many farewells, attachments, grudges, bonds, and acts of arrogance.
Why was this one case alone keeping him awake at night?
There had to be a deeper reason.
The bright moon hung like a silver platter, its radiance spilling across the windowsill.
Indifference, desolation, melancholy.
Zhao Bai looked up at the clock. It was already four in the morning.
Should he go ask Bronya for another soothing lap pillow?
No, he couldn't disturb Bronya's sleep. Children needed plenty of sleep to grow tall and strong quickly; he couldn't hold her back.
The moment the thought surfaced, Zhao Bai immediately rejected it.
He had overlooked something important.
For now, it was only an inexplicable sense of unease. He had to figure it out before he could sleep peacefully.
At some moment, the moonlight in the room stirred, the curtains fluttered wildly, and an unpredictable wind blew.
Zhao Bai remembered.
His relaxed body suddenly tensed, and he leaped out of bed.
"Damn!"
"I left that black Xuanyuan Sword in the sea!"
Zhao Bai muttered in a low voice:
"Pipi Ma was too weak, so I never realized she still had a weapon! I just came back in a muddle... Could it be that after spending too much time with Theresa, I've gradually become like this?"
Too terrifying.
Theresa had never expected such bad luck to somehow get dragged onto her. She was truly innocent.
It wasn't that he regretted failing to retrieve the weapon. A weapon like the black Xuanyuan Sword would contaminate ingredients, and he had no interest in it at all.
But what if the enemy discovered it...
An had been left behind by him in a muddle. She hadn't seen what happened then, so there was still time!
Zhao Bai quietly climbed