The woman's body slowly fell, her eyes carrying a hint of relief, yet leaving behind endless regret.
Everyone was shocked, and Shi Feiyang was heartbroken.
He took the baby girl, looking at the small, tender face in the swaddling clothes, feeling a mix of emotions.
The baby girl's face was rosy and carried the unique milky scent of babies, forming a stark contrast to the bloody and cruel scene, highlighting the impermanence and sadness of the world.
The heroes also felt deep emotions, lamenting for this poor couple, shaking their heads and sighing at the mockery of fate and the hardships of ordinary people. Shi Feiyang gently stroked the baby girl's face and softly said, "From now on, you are my sister, Shi Yuyan."
Then, he entrusted the baby girl to Xiao Lingling, "Sister Xiao, please take care of this child. I've named her Shi Yuyan. Treat her like your own little sister, care for her diligently, and let her grow up in sweet love."
