In the room.
The curtains fluttered.
The man stood by the window, his purple robe fluttering in the breeze. His back was noble and slender, and his back was facing the door.
Perhaps it was because he felt a familiar breath approaching from behind, but the man's lips curved up slightly. This arc was seductive and soft, making the man's face even more gorgeous.
Bai Yan gently hugged the man from behind. Her head was buried in his back as she remained silent.
"How's Xiao 'er?"
Di Cang slowly turned around. He pulled the woman into his arms and his slender fingers gently stroked her black hair. His eyes were filled with deep affection.
"I've given him the pill that I've concocted and his body has already recovered. Di Cang, all these years, I've always allowed Xiao 'er to grow up but I never thought that he would suffer such grievances."
If she had come a step later, would she have never seen him again in this life?
