It’s Not a Natural Disaster, but a Man-Made Disaster

The saintess looked at Jiang Xi and sighed. "Don't think too much about it. Some things are destined. Look at how cute these three children are..." She played with the child in Zhao Ruifeng's arms. Dabao and Erbao tilted their heads and pouted. Zhao Ruifeng could not help but laugh.

"Since some things can't be changed, let's just go with the flow. In this world..." Before the saintess could finish her sentence, Jiang Xi said, "I was secretly harmed by someone. A warlock borrowed my luck and took my soul and spirit, so that my soul could not find a place to live. My luck was replaced by someone else, and that's why I ended up like that in a vegetative state..."

Jiang Xi said calmly. Zhao Ruifeng looked up at her, then lowered his head to hold the baby. Seeing that Dabao was twisting his body, he put him down and found that he had indeed peed. He went to get water, changed the two children's diapers, and wiped their bodies.