Li Huowang sighed in relief when he heard Lu Zhuangyuan and his superstitious nonsense. He sat back down and muttered to himself, “Looks like the sun is back. It's a good thing that we've warded off that Natural Disaster."0

Li Huowang's heart relaxed, and he lost consciousness the moment he lost all tension. When he woke up, he found his mouth filled with a warm liquid. The liquid was tasty—it was soup!0

The familiar softness pressing against his nape, and the familiar fragrance told him that his head was on Bai Lingmiao’s lap. “Miaomiao.”0

Bai Lingmiao said nothing; she was focused solely on feeding him chicken soup.0

“I’m not disabled. I can do it myself. I'm just tired.” Li Huowang sat up with much effort...0