At that moment, beneath the glow of the setting sun, two tiny figures held each other's hands as they stepped through the last lingering rays of light.
Xiao Yi Xian smiled faintly behind them. Little Spirit liked Qing Lin very much as well, and even though her body still felt unwell, she forced herself to keep Qing Lin company.
"They really are good children!"
Watching that heartwarming scene, Xiao Yi Xian could not help murmuring.
In another world, only scenes like this could make a person feel happy, could make her feel that she was still alive, living in a truly wonderful way.
Before she knew it, she had also become full of reliance and attachment toward this world...
There were also several figures in her heart...
She was not walking the path to becoming strong all alone...
The night passed peacefully.
The first ray of morning sunlight shone through the window and onto the bed, where three figures lay on one large bed—
Xiao Yi Xian's long lashes trembled. When she opened her eyes, she saw the brown ceiling, as well as the weight pressing down on both sides of her.
Looking helplessly to either side, Xiao Yi Xian truly did not know what to say...
Little Spirit and Qing Lin were both sprawled on top of her. They were not exactly heavy, and both of them felt rather delicate, but... somehow, it still felt very wrong.
Each of them was hugging one of her arms, and she could even feel weight on both of her legs...
Even her shoulders were damp...
Xiao Yi Xian stared at the flower-like brown color, feeling as if she herself were like a flower too—split apart...
Last night, Little Spirit had insisted on dragging Qing Lin over to sleep with her. The