She didn't know how much time had passed before Li Luo slowly drew back her Inner Strength. A fine sheen of sweat beaded her forehead, but you wouldn't notice it unless you looked very closely—after all, it was only under the blaze of lamplight. Yet she could clearly feel, beneath the other woman's clothes, that slender back, could almost feel her supple bones and the chill of her skin.
—Only at a time like this could she truly feel this person's fragility.
Feel it from within Li Luo's own identity.
Li Luo withdrew her hand; Sui Yi had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Why had the High Priest's separation from her body hurt her so badly this time?
Was it because of this infant?
Li Luo felt something was off, and her heart grew faintly resistant to that box.
"I didn't think it through. If I had known the thing in that box would harm her so much, even if it is ancestral law, I still wouldn't have done it."
