If this was a beautiful dream

It was only now that Ling Chuxi finally understood the feeling of kinship where blood was thicker than water. There was no need for too many words or too much intimacy. It was just a faint smile and a casual little action, but it was enough to make people happy.

If this was a beautiful dream, Ling Chuxi really wished that she could sleep in it forever and never wake up.

In the simple kitchen, Ling Fengfeng took out the ingredients he had prepared from his space ring and was cooking when he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Miss! Are you alright?" A-Qing was helping out at the side, but she kept her eyes on Ling Fenghua from the corner of her eye. She reached out and supported her. As she injected a gentle Yuan Qi into her, she asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, don't worry. " Ling Fenghua took a deep breath and said with a smile, but his face was unusually pale.

"Miss, you didn't have to use that move at all." Ah Zhi sighed and said.