Rong Nianbing stood silent outside the door for a long time, hesitating as if weighing his options, or perhaps cowed by his mother's rare severity. Finally, that powerful Qi gathered at the threshold, held back yet unleashed, slowly dissipated.
"Alright, since you say you're fine, Mother, I won't disturb you any longer."
Rong Nianbing's voice held a trace of helplessness and compromise, carrying heavily through the door panel: "Your son takes his leave now. Do get some rest, and if you feel any discomfort at all, you must call for me."
As his words fell, those steady and forceful footsteps finally sounded, gradually receding step by step until they vanished completely at the end of the corridor.
Hearing those footsteps go completely still, the tightly strained string of Ice Spirit's heart finally snapped and went slack.
Chapter 747: Seeing What on Earth Is Wrong With Her
Ice Spirit looked as though she had just survived a narrow escape from the jaws of death, her whole body collapsing limply from exhaustion as she breathed in great gasps, her steamed bun heaving violently.
Cold sweat had long since soaked her strands of hair, sticking damply to her temples and the sides of her neck. That exquisitely beautiful face currently lacked even a shred of color, retaining only the panic and emptiness of one who had escaped doom.
Beneath the brocade quilt, her body, which had previously been tense as a bowstring, could not stop trembling faintly.
Too dangerous... It really was a close call.
If Nianbing had truly broken in just now and seen this scene...
Ice Spirit closed her eyes in agony, not daring to dwell on the consequences.
Yet, just as she attempted to calm her wildly pounding heart, Bai Qinchen slowly pressed up from behind, nestling against her cold,