"The door's not locked." Li Yifei's voice came from inside. The Saintess felt a pang in her heart. Despite her multi-faceted nature and perceptive heart acupoint, she still didn't know how to face Li Yifei regarding this matter. Although she wasn't the cause, it started because of her.
Li Yifei's voice was calm, revealing neither anger nor anything else; just like before. The Saintess steadied her mind, gently pushed open the door, and with the widening door crack, she saw Li Yifei sitting on the sofa, shirtless. Beside him was a baby carriage; she couldn't see the scene inside, but she knew it was his child.
She walked in, turned, and softly closed the door, her steps neither hurried nor slow as she approached Li Yifei.
Stopping two or three meters in front of Li Yifei, there was some guilt in the Saintess' eyes. Although Li Yifei's bare upper body had no apparent injuries, she could still see some faint marks on his shoulder and arm, presumably left by the dark attendants.
