Three days and three nights later.
I slowly opened my eyes.
Ye Zhaoxuan had only heard my breathing change before her eyes flew open. She gazed quietly at me from under the covers...
She was still so tiny. Even holding my hand, she couldn't poke her head out from under the blanket.
She'd spent several days hiding her head under the covers.
That was more than just being unusually quiet.
If Yangyang was the very definition of lively and adorable, then she was the very picture of gentleness and docility...
"Thirsty."
My voice was terribly hoarse.
Thanks to the instructions I'd given over the past few days, I'd finally managed to recover some of my strength.
I was already a cultivator of the fifth realm.
Three days and nights without food wasn't a problem.
I usually needed to eat just to replenish the blood and energy I'd used up, and, along the way, satisfy a few cravings.
"Mm, Mother, wait a moment." Ye Zhaoxuan let go of my hand, lifted a corner of the blanket, and flapped her wings to fly toward the table.
Gulp, gulp.
Gulp, gulp.
By the time I'd downed my fifth cup of Spirit Water, my throat and stomach finally felt a little better.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
With Ye Zhaoxuan watching me, my maternal love overflowed, and I couldn't help pinching her little cheek.
She didn't resist. She stood obediently in front of me, as still as a doll.
"It's only what a daughter should do."
Just like Yangyang, she had soft, squishy cheeks.
She was very pretty.
I looked over my second daughter, whom I'd just given birth to.
Ye Qingxian certainly had good genes. She'd surely become a famous fairy in the future.
"Hmph."
Ye Ranxing was still cosplaying as a gloomy little angel