Regrets aside, there's no lack of men needed for survival here. The recent battle left everyone with insights to digest. San Niang has already curled up on the side, whether to sleep or to reflect; Yue Hongling remained seated with legs crossed, eyes closed, composed like a sword. Xia Chichi had plenty of things herself to digest, and therefore didn't plan to cling to Zhao Changhe, leaving his embrace to sit alone.
However, as soon as she left, Zhao Changhe pulled her back, holding her as they stepped into the Heavenly River.
"Eh eh? What are you doing?" Xia Chichi nervously grabbed his collar, glancing at her sisters: "Didn't you say you were going into seclusion? It feels like flipping my card would be laughed at."
