"What if it only starts having problems after five years?" Meng Xinian couldn't afford to relax when it involved her body.
"How is that possible? That doesn't make sense. Besides, I think if there really was an issue with the space, there should be some signs within it, right? But everything's perfectly fine in the space right now—the medicine, flowers, tea, they're all growing well. Even the apples I planted have borne fruit, and you've eaten the apples, haven't you? They're sweet, aren't they? So there's really nothing wrong."
Meng Xinian paused.
He had to admit, Jiang Xiao made a valid point.
Listening to her eased his heart, but after a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Little, is there a way to separate this space from your body?"
Now, he felt that if it could be separated, it wouldn't matter if she lost the space.
Relying on something like this for life is quite terrifying.
