This was an indescribable feeling, as if countless years of waiting erupted at this moment. The illustrious Ji Feixue, a Greater Power who had existed for who knows how many years, had experienced life and death innumerable times without ever caring for it once.
Yet now, tears seemed to fall uncontrollably on their own.
So even a fairy like her could feel aggrieved—it was just that she had never met someone before who could reveal her grievances.
Ya Ya, with a sugar-coated hawthorn in her mouth, watched the silent aunt who was crying and laughing, unsure of what to do.
The city lord of twenty or thirty years had never encountered such a situation.
She gulped down the sugar gourd and quietly tugged at Ji Feixue's clothes, whispering, "Auntie, did daddy make you mad?"
"Don't cry, auntie. If he made you mad, we'll beat him up when we get back! After we beat him, let's go out and play with mommy and not bring him!"
