Seeing that Bai Hanyun was still buried beneath the warm blanket, Feng Xiyan smiled dotingly and walked toward the bed.
Sitting beside her, Feng Xiyan reached out to gently caress Bai Hanyun's cheek and gently said, "Yun'er, it's the end of the year. I'm going back to the Ancient World to celebrate with the Feng Army. Do you want to go with me?"
Hearing this, Bai Hanyun opened her eyes and sleepily asked, "Isn't it still half a month before the New Year? Why are you going back now?"
Looking at her sleepy face, Feng Xiyan patiently explained, "Today is the Little New Year. I need to go back and celebrate with the Feng Army. It's one of our ancestral traditions."
When Bai Hanyun heard this, she hummed softly and said, "I want to go back with you. Since it's a celebration, we should bring some gifts for them."
Feng Xiyan chuckled at her words and asked, "Are you sure? There are more than six hundred thousand soldiers in the Feng Army now. Can you prepare gifts for all of them?"
