"It might be related to your injury and bleeding; it came into contact with your blood and somehow formed a contract,"
Duan Xi wasn't entirely sure either; such things wouldn't be surprising in his past life, but in this world, they seemed somewhat fantastical.
Jiaojiao listened, half understanding, half confused.
Xiaobai pondered deeply, occasionally squinting over at Xiaolu, who was still grooming its feathers, not knowing what it was contemplating.
Although this inexplicable ability appeared, as long as it wasn't harmful to Ruan Jiaojiao's body, the Ruan Family didn't consider it important.
In the evening, everyone had dinner, watched TV, and then went to rest.
In the middle of the night, Jiaojiao mumbled thirstily for water in her sleep. Duan Xi got up to get her some water and heard some noises from downstairs, popping sounds that were faint but noticeable to his keen ears.
