Feng Liyan’s hand hung weakly by her side as she spoke: "...She used the Forbidden Technique to keep your soul, but it consud her, scattering her soul entirely. I searched both the demon and underworld realms and only managed to recover one soul fragnt."
At that ti, Jun Moyan had exhausted his spiritual power to save Wen Xiao’ai and the innocent souls, returning his soul to the earth.
Wen Xiao’ai ca back to life before his spirit completely dissipated, disregarded all the warnings, and used the Forbidden Technique, sacrificing herself to preserve Jun Moyan’s soul.
He saved her, she saved him, neither caring for their own lives.
Feng Liyan spent five months to reshape his physical form and brought him back to life.
Revived, Jun Moyan was now a mortal body, but at least he was alive.
Then there was the child in Wen Xiao’ai’s belly.
Yet Wen Xiao’ai herself could not awaken...
Feng Liyan looked at Jun Moyan, who silently held the child, his head bowed, frozen motionless, seeing the glimr on his eyelashes, and dared not say anything that might hurt him.
"Rest assured, I won’t let the child be without a mother. Give so ti." Although uncertain, he promised him.
For himself, and for the child.
Only after a while did Jun Moyan slowly lift his head, look at him, and respond hoarsely: "...Okay."
"If there’s anything, find . I’ll often co back to check on the child." After saying this, Feng Liyan gently patted the little one’s head and left.
Jun Moyan’s gaze fixed steadily on Feng Liyan’s departing silhouette, watching him gradually disappear, unconsciously stepping forward as if there was sothing he couldn’t let go of.
After a while, Jun Moyan pulled back his thoughts, suddenly regaining his senses.
Looking down at the peacefully sleeping little one in his arms, Jun Moyan kissed his forehead again, and then carefully carried him upstairs.
Back in the room, carrying the little one to the bedside and sitting down, Jun Moyan lowered his head, quietly watching him.
As ti ticked by, Jun Moyan kept this posture for nearly an hour.
Until Xiaocha ca knocking, calling him to co down for dinner.
The little one in his arms was startled, showing signs of waking up.
Xiaocha, who knocked but received no response from Jun Moyan, cautiously opened the door and stepped in.
Upon seeing Jun Moyan sitting by the bed, holding a baby, Xiaocha gasped in surprise.
"Third Young Master... this child is..."
"This is the child of Xiao’ai and I." Jun Moyan replied softly as he looked at the little one who had settled back down in his arms.
A slight smile appeared on his lips.
"What?" Xiaocha exclaid in shock, eyes wide open.
When did the Third Young Master and the Young Madam have a child?
"Tell Qing Yi to buy essentials and food for the child, everything we can use, buy the best."
Jun Moyan wanted to handle everything himself, but he couldn’t let the child leave his sight, so he had Qing Yi do it instead.
"Alright... alright..." Xiaocha exited the room half-stunned, forgetting to close the door.
This sudden appearance of the child left them in disbelief.
Who wouldn’t be? Even Jun Moyan, as a father, couldn’t believe the child had returned.
Jun Moyan gently caressed the tender cheek of the little one with the pad of his finger, smiling, softly called: "An’an."
The little one in his arms perhaps heard him, his small mouth moved, emitting a soft sound.
Ten minutes later, hurried footsteps suddenly echoed through the corridor outside.
Imdiately, Qing Yi’s anxious figure appeared outside the room door.
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