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Huo Yingjie returned home, looked at his child, and then at his wife.
His wife, He Tiantian, like an obedient little kitty, was sleeping on her side on the bed, unaware of her husband's departure.
As if dreaming about something fun, she would occasionally let out a suppressed giggle.
Huo Yingjie chuckled.
What did she dream about to be so happy?
He definitely needed to ask her tomorrow, hoping he was also in her dreams.
Huo Yingjie gently placed his arm under He Tiantian's neck, and instinctively, she rolled into Huo Yingjie's embrace, her little face against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat as she continued sleeping.
Oh, how great it would have been if He Tiantian could cultivate.
But for some unknown reason, possibly because her soul had perished in a past life, leaving only a trace of her blood essence, she was fated to be an ordinary person, unable to cultivate.
