It's Jing Jia!
Bai Xilie looked around, only to feel that in the vast immortal fog before him stood a graceful and elegant woman.
This figure, he had recalled countless times in his dreams.
It was his beloved wife!
"Jing Jia..." Bai Xilie murmured, "I'm taking good care of our daughter."
Her face was shrouded in the white mist, revealing only occasionally a glimpse of red lips.
But just a glance was enough to enchant anyone.
Jing Jia pursed her lips, with a hint of coquettish blame in her tone.
"How are you taking good care of her? It's so cold at night, yet you don't cover her with a quilt."
Just that one sentence jolted Bai Xilie wide awake.
He quickly looked at the daughter in his arms.
Bai Zhi'er was sleeping soundly, her little face rosy.
From the side, her chubby cheek resembled a small hill.
Her skin was delicate and fair, surely soft to the touch.
But at that moment, Bai Zhi'er shivered in her sleep and sneezed.
"Ah-choo—" The little one startled herself awake.
