"Had they been born?"
People said that those who spent time near vermilion turned red, and those near ink turned black. Just like Shuang Yue, Yue Wuhua had refreshed her position once again.
Ye Qingxian flashed into existence on the battlefield above the Sky Curtain.
She slashed out a streak of sword light. "Two were born. One I don't like, and one I don't need to worry about."
"They're no ordinary babies. They're both little angels with powerful bloodlines."
"They already have minds of their own."
Yue Wuhua kept pace, flashing forward to kill a cannon fodder enemy. "Why not stay and spend some time with your daughters?"
Ye Qingxian silently shook her head. "I'm afraid of leaving too many traces in Junior Sister's life."
"Neither the current me nor the current Xiaoyao can afford to be hurt again."
"I've interfered with Junior Sister's life too much lately."
"Now that everything's settled, both daughters are healthy and adorable."
"It's time to be a little more mindful of keeping our distance."
"Let's maintain the most normal distance for senior and junior sisters."
Yue Wuhua fell even quieter.
She gazed at her close friend, not saying a word for a long, long time.
A moment later, she clicked her tongue.
Fine. They'd keep a safe distance.
Then Ye Qingxian could feed her another mouthful of dog food.
Sometimes, Yue Wuhua felt like she was making a fuss over nothing. Normally, if someone's emotional attachments had been severed, they shouldn't feel even the slightest thing for another person. But with Ye Qingxian, not only was her favoritism boundless time and time again, she even put on an air of innocence and distance while acting like the most doting person in the world...
What exactly was she, the number-one observer, observing?
Yue Wuhua was