One month later, Master Lin Daoyan's birthday feast arrived as promised.
Yue'er rose early, asking Lin Yiru to dress her up cutely, like a little sprite from the mortal world.
In the end, she even pleaded with Hong Yuan to take her to the Sect entrance to wait for her daddy and mommy's return.
At that moment, Hong Yuan squatted down and said to Yue'er, "Your daddy and mommy are in the midst of war up ahead; they won't be back so soon. Don't be anxious."
"Ah?" Yue'er was stunned, her mouth agape.
"Have you forgotten? Your daddy and mommy asked you to help them cheer Granddad up," Hong Yuan gently patted Yue'er on the head and spoke softly.
Deceiving a child was not a difficult task for Hong Yuan, especially since it was a lie told out of kindness.
As long as beautiful dreams are woven for a lifetime, couldn't that be a different kind of reality for Yue'er?
"HUFF. HUFF." Nearby, Zhu Wushang bit his lip, his gaze drifting away, trying not to let others notice him.
