The sky vast and boundless, the air immense and the color of the sky a deep expanse of azure.
As the infinite heavens and earth filled her vision, the clear blue skies reflected in her green pupils, and the vague beauty within her heart became increasingly distinct.
Luo He's tears fell like a string of pearls, cascading down endlessly.
"Mother~"
As the voice of a child rang out, Luo He felt a coolness on her forehead and her eyelids grew heavy as she fell back into a deep sleep. Madam Luo reached out, softly called "He Er," and cradled her son's petite body in her arms.
Zhao Rong knew that the root of the illness had been removed, so he pressed the point to keep him in a deep slumber, helping him to calm his mind and spirit.
Trails of cold energy were still escaping from the wound on his forehead. If the qi and blood churned and clashed with each other, there could be complications.
