The second day dawned, its light faint and tender.
Sect Hierarch Xiangxiang had chased Han Li out, but his face was filled with smiles.
"It should have worked, right?"
Han Li murmured softly to himself.
As long as Lu Tianxiang didn't actively disperse it with her cultivation, given his mutated constitution, it was almost certain to take effect.
"Get out!"
Lu Tianxiang's voice came out, filled with embarrassed anger, evidently having overheard Han Li's murmurs.
"Xiangxiang, you rest up, I'll come to see you again in the afternoon."
Han Li smiled and then disappeared from sight; he had intentionally murmured loud enough for Lu Tianxiang to hear.
Within Lu Tianxiang's bedchamber, she lay on the soft big bed, a quilt concealing most of the enticing view of spring.
There was no anger on her face, just a certain complexity, as she reached out and touched her abdomen, feeling somewhat hesitant in her heart.
