The Saintess fell asleep for three days.
When she woke up, it was the morning of the fourth day. The golden light of dawn shone through the gaps in the window frame and onto her exquisite eyebrows.
She felt something furry nuzzling her arm.
She subconsciously grabbed the little thing and opened her eyes.
Xiaohu, who had been raised high, tilted his head and said, "Cheng Xin, are you awake?"
"Yes?"
The Saintess was stunned and gently put Xiaohu down. She also calmly sat up.
Dahu and Erhu were also there.
Erhu lay by the bed and Xiaohu stomped his feet.
Dahu stood upright with the demeanor of an elder brother.
The Saintess looked at them in shock.
Erhu asked, "Cheng Xin, where did you go? Why did you take so long to come back?"
Xiaohu asked, "That's right, Cheng Xin. Where did you go? I couldn't find you!"
Dahu did not say anything. There was a hint of inquiry in his seriousness.
"I…"
