"I used it to reforge my Dantian."
As he said this, Mu Chen snapped out of his reverie. His gaze shifted to Wan Xian'Er, only to find her staring at him with wide, pained eyes, her hand covering her mouth.
Mu Chen froze, confused. "What's wrong?"
Wan Xian'Er shook her head and hugged his chest tightly, sobbing. "I didn't know... your past was so painful."
Mu Chen couldn't help but smile, patting her smooth back. "Aren't you missing the point?"
"Hm?" Wan Xian'Er looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with confusion. "What point?"
"Since I could reforge my own Dantian, it means I can do the same for Ying'Er," Mu Chen said, exasperated. "Her life isn't over. She'll become just like me—or maybe even stronger."
"Ying'Er's life... won't end..."
"That's right. She'll be with us for her whole life."
"She'll be with us for her whole life..."
"Yes, she will."
