Chubby Chiu paused for a mont and said to Gu Zhiqi, "Don’t you think just filling in whatever’s missing seems a bit random? A na should have aning, right?"
Gu Zhiqi, upon hearing this, pondered for two seconds before replying to Chubby Chiu, "Actually, naming her Wei Pingan isn’t bad."
"Ping as in ’eting by chance’, and An as in ’eucalyptus tree’, there’s water and wood, and it sounds like ’peace’, symbolizing safety and peace. This child’s Fate Pattern is fraught with disasters, so the na suits her well."
Chubby Chiu: "..."
"Zhizhi, we’re not professionals at naming, let’s refrain from doing it in the future."
Gu Zhiqi: ?
Isn’t this na good?
"What a great na, Chubby Chiu, you have no taste."
Chubby Chiu: ?
I... have no taste?
Are you sure?
Gu Zhiqi glanced down at the Little Bun in her arms, and gently teased her face with her hand.
"Missed out on two good nas."
Chubby Chiu: "..."
Unaware of the conversation between Gu Zhiqi and Chubby Chiu, Shen Tong was still waiting for Gu Zhiqi to na the child.
"Master Zhi, is the na decided?" Shen Tong looked eagerly at Gu Zhiqi.
Over there, Wei Jingyu had already given up struggling.
He also looked eagerly at Gu Zhiqi.
Sister Zhizhi is a Mystic Master, so the na she chooses is surely better than his.
Gu Zhiqi listened to Shen Tong’s words and said, "Let’s na her later."
The current priority is healing.
Upon hearing this, the light in Shen Tong’s eyes dimd slightly.
Gu Zhiqi raised her eyes to look at Shen Tong, and without caring about his expression, continued, "Let check your pulse."
Shen Tong cooperatively stretched out his hand, offering his wrist to Gu Zhiqi.
After checking the pulse, Gu Zhiqi probed, "Can he hold the child?"
As she spoke, she pointed to Wei Jingyu.
Upon hearing this, Shen Tong’s first reaction was to resist.
Wei Jingyu, however, looked at Shen Tong with eager anticipation.
Gu Zhiqi noticed the resistance in Shen Tong’s eyes and patiently continued, "You’re sick, I need to check you."
"If it’s not cured, you might not be able to care for the baby well."
Upon hearing this, Shen Tong’s eyebrows and eyelashes gently trembled, and his eyes showed a tint of conflict.
Gu Zhiqi: "He’s the child’s father, nad Wei Jingyu, you can trust him."
Shen Tong’s eyes were still filled with conflict, looking helplessly at Gu Zhiqi, "I..."
Gu Zhiqi: "I’ll be treating your illness later, the baby can’t stay in the room."
"Does she... need to go out?" Shen Tong’s resistance grew even stronger, his gaze fixed firmly on the child’s body.
Gu Zhiqi nodded, "She needs to go out."
Other than herself, Shen Tong was too defensive against others.
This wasn’t ideal.
The person who stayed with her the most was Wei Jingyu, not her.
Thus, Shen Tong must trust Wei Jingyu.
And Shen Tong’s ntal damage is quite severe; if treated with dication, Gu Zhiqi would take a long ti to recover. To recover soon, the best thod is spiritual healing.
She didn’t have the habit of being watched while treating soone, so Wei Jingyu and the others needed to leave.
It may take a while, and might disturb the child, so the Little Bun naturally needs to leave too.
After Gu Zhiqi had finished speaking, Shen Tong was still indecisive.
Gu Zhiqi wasn’t in a hurry, just sat nearby waiting, occasionally looking down to tease the child in her arms.
It had been a long ti since she held a child, such a tiny bundle, quite amusing.
The last ti she held a child so small seed to be hundreds of years ago when the Little junior sister was just picked up by the master.
She was also a tiny bundle, very charming.
As she thought about it, Gu Zhiqi reminisced about the Master’s Sect, her expression becoming slightly absent-minded.
She wondered, after her death, what happened to the Master’s Sect?
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