"Waaaa——!"
Hui Hui cried her heart out. Although Li Xing felt sorry for her, seeing her chubby face like a bun with eyes almost squeezed shut, she couldn't help but want to laugh. Compared to the humor of the situation, a bit of pity didn't seem like much.
"Alright, I'm back now, why are you crying like this? Wipe away those tears, it's quite inauspicious."
Cultivators are the most superstitious. As soon as Li Xing said this, Hui Hui immediately stopped her wailing and muttered quietly, "Peh peh, nothing is forbidden, great luck and prosperity!"
Li Xing touched Hui Hui's soft hair bun, looked up at the person in front of her, smiling like a blooming flower: "Hui Hui looks pretty healthy, it seems you took good care of her all these years. How about you, how have you been?"
"I... am fine, err... actually not so fine... I..."
