As early summer arrived, the evening air was a bit stuffy, even standing atop the pavilion one could feel a sense of suffocation.
However, this bit of stuffiness posed no issue at all for Qing Yu and Feng Jiwu.
With their realms, they had long since reached a state impervious to the heat and cold of seasons; Qing Yu went even further, using True Qi to create an early spring climate around the pavilion, which made the eyebrows of the newborn in her arms unwind, portraying a picture of contentment.
Indeed, in her arms. Many people could hardly imagine someone of Qing Yu's indifferent nature holding a small baby in her arms to soothe, and moreover, doing it with great success.
At least, Feng Xi in Qing Yu's arms was very quiet, not showing any signs of fussiness.
"It seems that Feng Xi really likes you. Even I, as her father, can't make her this quiet," Feng Jiwu said, smiling by her side.
Feng Xi, that was the name of Feng Jiwu's first daughter.
