Yang Luoxian was unaware of anything amiss, mainly because her mother's face indeed looked much better.
It had a few hints of rosiness, which was not visible before.
What she didn't know was that while she turned away, Gao Xinyi quickly tidied herself and wiped away the fragrant sweat from her forehead.
The battle just now, although not earth-shattering, left her with endless aftertaste.
According to Earth sayings, it was a fall from grace.
She used to avoid men, but now she couldn't stop thinking about them, unable to halt her thoughts.
The porridge was finished, indeed delicious. Looking at her exceptionally beautiful daughter, Gao Xinyi basically made up her mind to tell her about the events of the past, leaving the decision to her own choice.
"Xian'er, how do you feel about your father?"
"Father dotes on me greatly."
"What do you mean by doting?"
