Jing Jia kissed her daughter's chubby little cheek.
"Shh," she whispered, "Let's talk somewhere safe. We just came from Qianyuan Hall, and your dad is not yet asleep."
As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Zhi'er felt a gentle breeze brushing past her ear.
With another blink, Jing Jia was already holding her, sitting on the roof of the great hall of Ruizhu Palace.
The mother and daughter, one large, one small, nestled close together, bathing in the soft moonlight.
Bai Zhi'er hugged Jing Jia's arm with her little hands.
On her fair and tender little face, her big eyes were filled with longing.
"Mommy~ when will you be done? Daddy and I miss you very much. When can our family always be together?"
Jing Jia gently stroked her daughter's little head, her smile graceful and tender.
"Sweetie, be good. Mommy told you, there's a lot of unresolved trouble in this world. Mommy has to help you deal with each of them, so when you grow up, it will be easier for you."
