Xiao Xue, sniffing, lay in Han Jing's arms, having fallen asleep at some unknown moment.
Han Jing looked down at her daughter and sighed softly.
Su Yu, we once longed so much for this child, and now she has become so sensible. Do you, too, feel gratified?
It's just that these five lost years, who knows when they can be made up for?
Han Jing laid Xiao Xue down and lay beside her, eventually falling asleep too.
Neither of them noticed a figure emerging from the shadows of the night, sitting by the bed silently watching the sleeping mother and daughter.
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When Han Jing woke up the next morning, Lian Xichen and the others had already returned.
Since they traveled overnight, by the time they arrived, both had been asleep, so they rested a while themselves without disturbing them.
