This scent.
I held my breath and stood frozen in place.
The kitchen window was open, and a chilly wind howled in.
I slowly closed my eyes, rubbed away the marks on my fingertips, and dragged my heavy body back into the bedroom. Gradually, I curled into a ball.
White Egg glowed faintly.
I knew what she was asking.
She was asking why I'd been in such a bad mood lately.
I slowly shook my head and didn't answer.
Black Egg wobbled.
I glanced over and forced a smile. "Baby, are you worried about me?"
Black Egg went still at once.
Worried about you? Dream on.
My expression didn't change. I just reached out with my small hand and stroked Black Egg's shell.
Black Egg wobbled again.
Don't touch me!
"You know how you are." My face was a little pale as I gently drew Black Egg into my arms. "There, there. Mom will raise you to adulthood, no matter what."
It didn't sound like I was saying it to Black Egg. It sounded more like I was saying it to myself.
A moment later,
I buried my head in the blankets, my gaze complicated.
From the ashes at the bottom of the pot, I'd caught the scent of a strong trace of Spiritual Energy.
That meant all the ingredients in the pot had been rich in Spiritual Energy before they were prepared. Someone had deliberately hidden it, so that by the time the food was brought to me, it had become an ordinary bowl of porridge.
Spirit Food. Once, that had seemed like an impossibly distant concept.
Now someone was secretly slipping it to me.
Wasn't that ridiculous?
I threw off the covers and stared at the ceiling, giving a bitter laugh.
I, Ye Xiaoyao, had stumbled my way