Little by little, Bi Xia wrapped the spiritual power around the child's heart, feeling the outline of the heart that didn't fully match. Bi Xia lowered his eyes. As the spiritual power gradually protected it entirely, he saw the child's breathing return to a steady pace. Bi Xia slowly withdrew his spiritual power and, just as he turned his head, met the ancient and deep eyes of Ji Qiutang.
"What's up?" Bi Xia casually dressed the child in a jacket, zipped it up, and let the child continue to hold onto him. He bent down to gently pick up the child, straightened his legs with slight force, "I know I'm handsome, no need to keep staring at me like this, so embarrassing."
"Ha," Ji Qiutang listened to Bi Xia's words and chuckled as he tilted his head, playing along, "It's just that I've never seen someone so... handsome, especially since I discovered..."
