Watching the two little kittens still fooling around below, Wang Qi smiled. "It's so late. Why not make them show their true forms and go to sleep? There isn't a whole crowd of relatives here anyway. Kids need to sleep early so their bodies can grow well, right?"
"At the turn of the old year and the new, Xinyue Mountain's Cloud-Mountain Mist-Shrouding Formation gains another layer of changes. Flowing light spills everywhere, dazzling and beautiful, meow." The girl looked up at the sky, a faint yearning in her eyes.
"Huh? That happens too?"
"Xiao Qi, you really don't seem to care about anything, meow... It's very famous, and it happens every year, meow." Mao Zimiao wore an expression of "unexpected, yet only to be expected." "Then why aren't you asleep, Xiao Qi? I thought you were the kind of person who didn't care about holidays at all, meow."
Wang Qi took out a fresh cup and poured himself some wine. Holding it, he rolled his eyes. "I'm in a bad mood today. When my mind goes blank, I tend to remember unpleasant things. I was planning to calm down after finishing this drink..."
"Do a couple big problems?"
"They have to be really, really big problems!"
Wang Qi burst out laughing, using his hands to gesture the concept of "really, really big."
No one could have told that he had been so heartbroken he vomited blood not long ago.
When he was sad, he cried his heart out. Once he was done crying and wanted to laugh, he laughed. That was the patch Wang Qi had given his own mental state—unrestrained true self. Though its compatibility with the original system remained questionable, Wang Qi believed that after a few more years and several upgrades, there would be no problem at