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âThis is for you.â From Di Cangâs reached out hand, Bai Yan can see a white little fox there on the palm. It was a sculpture made of white radish that looked almost lifelike. If placed within a patch of grass, one might really mistake it for the real thing from afar.
âThen Iâm returning it to you.â Nearly tossing it away out of reflex, there were no delays in how fast she stuffed it back into the manâs possession: âI canât afford such a thing.â
Only a little fox carving made up of white radish and he wants me to bestow myself onto him? Iâm not that cheap!
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âYou donât like it?â Wrinkling his brow, Di Cang asks again: âThen what would you like?â
Caressing her chin, Bai Yanâs line of sight inadvertently fell upon the big open sky. Now thatâs when her lips curved into a devious smile.
âI want the Celestial Realm. Can you give it to me?â
Celestial Realm? Di Cang was silent.
âOkay,â toddling behind her, the baby didnât forget to give his big bad father a wink, indicating everything will be in his hands now.
âMother, do you really want Baddie Father to take the Celestial Realm for you?â Tilting his cute little head, Bai Xiachen asks.
Halting in her steps, Bai Yan was hesitant at first. Nevertheless, she decides to tell the truth: âI only wanted to let him know when to back off. Everyone knows the Celestial Realm isnât real.â
âSo Mother you donât like Baddie Father?â Wrinkling his tiny nose, the baby boy realizes now how troublesome that would be if it was the case.
Going stiff in her body, Bai Yan clearly didnât think she would be asked such a question by her boy. âSon, I know you are different from those ordinary children out there, and I can see you are able to understand more than what your age perceives.â
The baby boy then lowered his head before replying as if he was confused by the explanation: âBut Baddie Father said he wonât let anyone hurt you Mother.â
Amused by his sonâs troubled face, Bai Yan attempts to explain her reasoning: âKnow this my son, everyone has a past life prior to their current one. My former life is in a place called China.â
Reflecting back to her memories of old, Bai Yan gently closes her eyes to relish in the images flickering across her mind.
âIn the past, my former parents were deeply in love with one another. Our family of three were very happy at the time. Unfortunately fate wasnât kind to my grandfather. He ended up provoking an enemy too powerful to fend against. And as a sacrifice for the stability of the family, my father abandoned him in the time of need.â
Even before coming into this world, Bai Yan was already part of an ancient martial arts family in China. And her parents, they are childhood friends so both families would often collaborate together to fend off any enemies.
Caressing her sonâs head, Bai Yan attempts to cover up the pain thatâs circulating in her eyes: âMy mother couldnât bare to let my grandfather face the danger alone. So, she dashed into the crisis with only one sword in hand. That year I was only five. My father just watched on the sidelines as my mother and grandfather perished in a pool of blood.â
âI pleaded for him to save my mother but he refused at the end. In truth, if both families had joined forces like before then they mightâve been able to defeat the enemy. Unfortunately he wouldnât budge. He didnât have the courage thatâs why.â