Xia Chichi lay sideways, propping her cheek with her hand, leisurely admiring the world-renowned painting of Xuanwu Venerable being invaded by the Room Fire Pig, and listening to the sounds of the palace, emitting a sigh with difficult-to-discern meanings.
There was a bit of jealousy, not much, but she had indeed facilitated this herself.
Back when she and Changhe had parted ways, who could have foreseen such a day?
She knew exactly what Zhao Changhe's mindset had been back then.
Despite living together for a long period, they had just confirmed their relationship before their separation and had not yet been tested. With an indefinite departure and the differences in status and martial prowess growing between a Holy Daughter and a mountain bandit, coupled with the annoying duties of the Holy Daughter, they were bound to become strangers after a while.
He had been aware of it.
