That girl was truly beautiful, with delicate features and a chubby little face, looking exactly like Ye Ning before, but the thing that made both of them heartbroken was her deathly pale complexion.
It had only been half a month since Taoist Master Xuanyu passed away, and this originally rosy and adorable child had a pale face devoid of any color. She had been in a coma, and if it weren't for the oil lamp flickering beside her, they would have thought she had stopped breathing.
Ye Ning's heart ached immediately, her eyes reddened, and tears rolled out, "Honey, our child..."
Ou Mucen also felt a heavy blockage in his chest, seeing that little child lying there motionless, it felt like his heart was breaking.
That was his child.
But after all, he was a man; no matter how much it hurt, he had to hold on. So he embraced the sobbing woman beside him, patting her shoulder, and with reddened eyes, he looked at the Taoist Master, "Taoist Master, she is..."
