The atmosphere in Dragon Beast City had grown heavier with each passing day.
Ever since Rong Ye left, the cheery atmosphere from the house had disappeared. No one said it aloud, but everyone could feel it.
Inside her house, Su Qinglan paced back and forth.
Her steps were restless, her brows tightly furrowed. One hand subconsciously rested on her slightly swollen belly as she walked. She tried to stay calm… but how could she?
Just then, the door curtain was suddenly lifted.
Lin Muyu stepped in, supporting Bai Ling beside her.
Both of them looked exhausted.
Dust clung to their clothes, and Bai Ling's face was pale, almost frighteningly so. Her large belly made every step look difficult, as if even breathing took effort.
Su Qinglan's expression immediately changed.
"Come in, quickly!"
She hurried forward, helping them inside without another word. She quickly cleared a soft space and gently helped Bai Ling sit down.
"Careful… sit slowly."
