Once Feng Fuce explained the situation clearly, Bai Zhi'er sat by the edge of the bed, sinking into a long silence.
Feng Fuce looked at her: "I hope next time you can trust me, and not bear so much on your own. Keeping quiet hurts more than gambling with the divine status, do you know that?"
Bai Zhi'er lowered her head, tears falling onto her dress, creating circles of warmth one after another.
She choked up and said: "I really have no way because I know you so well. When you discover my mana is declining, unable to maintain the stability of the Three Realms, you would surely choose to sacrifice yourself."
Feng Fuce embraced her, his voice deep and calming.
"There must be another way. In any case, you shouldn't worry too much right now, or it won't be good for your health."
He laid Bai Zhi'er down, made her comfortable, and covered her with a brocade quilt.
Bai Zhi'er looked at him and cried for a while, tears like a river breaking its banks, she cried for a long time.
