Murong Qiqi had been silent for quite some time. Feng Cang thought he might have scared her with his thoughts, so he brushed her worries aside, "Don't worry, I now have you. No longer will I think only about fighting and killing. I have to take care of you and our child. You two are my everything, the ones I need to protect!"
As he spoke, Feng Cang let his hands rest on Murong Qiqi's belly. Seeing him like this, Murong Qiqi was slightly embarrassed, "We don't even know when there will be a baby! Cang, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
"I like both! As long as it's our child!"
"Cang, Su Yue and the others might have gone to Wuji Palace by now, we still don't know the outcome..."
"There is no Wuji Palace left in this world—"
Outside the attic, some people were staring at the sky, others crouching on the ground counting ants, some sauntering aimlessly, and some hitting trunks with small sticks, all of them killing time. They had been like this for several days.
