"That's what my uncle said in the morning," I said with a smile. "Your father and daughter are really like..."

she smiled sheepishly, "right?"

I smiled, took a sip of tea, and looked at her. "Is it quite subversive to the world view?"

"It's not subversion, it's expansion," she took a deep breath. "Now I know how small I am, what fame and wealth, what man can win... Now I think it's all empty talk. There are so many supernatural things in the world that we don't understand, but we are so arrogant. I don't know where the confidence came from..."

she shook her head helplessly.

"It's normal," I said. "All beings are not confident. If they don't encourage themselves, how can life continue?"

"You're right," she sighed softly. "Life is always going on. We have no choice but to carry on. Although we know that there are thorns everywhere in front of us, we have to say to ourselves, go through the past, you can, endure the past, flowers everywhere in front, but there is a vast ocean behind, no choice..."

"I don't understand a bit," I looked at her. "How can you like Guo Chenlong when you are such a knowledgeable girl

She laughed at herself, "blind."

"Blind?" I don't believe it. "It's not that simple, is it?"

She shrugged. "It's that simple..."

I chuckled, "OK."

"I couldn't figure out why Xiaojun would fall in love with a little child, and for the sake of this boy, she can do nothing." she looked at me. "Now I understand that she falls in love with you. It's normal."

I subconsciously avoid her eyes, "have tea."

She cleared her throat, picked up the teapot and poured me tea.

Our faces don't feel red.

After pouring the tea, she suddenly shivered, curled up and began to breathe.

"It's getting cold?" I frown.

She shivered and nodded, "Hmmm..."

I subconsciously looked at my watch. It's just a little longer. How can it be so fast today?

I pondered a little bit, held her in my arms, pressed her back heart with my hand, and understood immediately. She didn't sleep last night, and she didn't have enough rest today. She's short of Yang. The array operation will consume a lot of Yang, so she is too cold.

"The array needs to consume Yang Qi," I said to her. "You didn't have a good rest last night. The Yang Qi is too weak."

"I can resist..." she curled up in my arms, cold as a helpless child.

I can't help but hold her tight and adjust my breath to keep her warm.

Soon, I was hot in my arms.

In this warmth, she is getting better.

Neither of us spoke. We hugged each other so tightly, waiting for dark.

Unconsciously, two hours passed.

There was footsteps upstairs, and Yang qianer's mother came downstairs.

She went down the stairs and saw us on the sofa. She was stunned and looked at us for a while. She turned around silently and went upstairs.