Better give her back to Zhao Bai.
The High Immortal calmly rose to her feet, wrapped an arm around Xuanyuan Sword's waist, picked her up, and walked toward the door.
"Squad Leader, give me back my child."
Zhao Bai's words made her cover her mouth and giggle involuntarily.
"If you raise her, the child will starve to death."
Her smile froze.
Just as Fu Hua carried Xuanyuan Sword to the door, she suddenly turned back, returned to the sofa, and sat down, no longer paying any attention to Zhao Bai's calls.
"Hua?"
Xuanyuan Sword cast her a puzzled look.
"Calm your heart, steady your breath. Don't let Zhao Bai discover your presence."
"W-why?"
Fu Hua did not answer. She merely stared at the door as the knocking gradually changed from heavy to light, eventually fading away completely.
Zhao Bai had left.
The room returned to silence. Fu Hua relaxed, then sighed as she looked at the still-confused Xuanyuan Sword.
"Ha..."
That behavior was far too childish. Fu Hua had never been that kind of person, but when she was with Xuanyuan Sword, she too became so unsteady. She had to force herself to calm down before suppressing the emotions in her heart.
But Zhao Bai had already left.
Then she would return Xuanyuan Sword to him the next time he came.
She could raise her for a little longer...
Zhao Bai knocked on the door for quite a while, but there was still no response. He could only shake his head with a bitter smile and return in vain.
As for Fu Hua, he personally trusted her quite a bit.
Gentle, reserved, powerful.
Zhao Bai felt more at ease with Xuanyuan Sword staying with her than with Bronya. He was just afraid that feelings would develop between them over