Xiao Xiyue stepped into the Immortal Ceremony Hall and immediately saw Chu Qingyi in a blue palace dress, her black hair loosely coiled up, holding a young child in her arms.
She lowered her head slightly to look at the child in her arms; the usual icy aloofness was nowhere to be seen. Her brows and eyes were like the warm sun of spring, flowing with the gentle radiance of motherhood.
"Senior Sister..."
Even though Xiao Xiyue cultivated the Supreme Forgetful Love Technique and was usually undisturbed by emotion or external matters, when she saw the scene before her, the Heart Lake that was as calm as still water seemed to have a stone dropped into it, sending out ripples one after another.
"Junior Sister, you're back."
"Shouzheng, this is your Martial Aunt."
Seeing Xiao Xiyue before her, whose cold and holy face was like a Moon Palace Fairy, Chu Qingyi lightly pressed her red lips together, then spoke softly to the child in her arms, her voice gentle and melodious.
