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Sang Luo woke from her deep sleep. Gazing at the familiar ceiling of the Phoenix Palace, she thought, 'I'm back again. This is wonderful!'
Si Ye was asleep, slumped over the side of the bed. A small, red figure leaped onto her lap, crying out in surprise and delight, "Mother! You're awake!"
Sang Luo picked up Little Zhenzhen. She felt so much heavier; she had grown quite a bit. She was a sturdy little thing, her fiery red fur dazzling to the eye. The two small, tender horns on her forehead had also grown taller and more elegant. They were hard and cool to the touch, like a pair of jade-like deer antlers.
'It's a good thing she's not as reckless as she was when she was little,' Sang Luo thought. 'Otherwise, a jump like that would have taken half my life!'
Sang Luo stroked her little head. "Shh, quiet down. Don't disturb your father's rest."
The moment she finished speaking, Si Ye woke up.
