"...Sister...Sister..."
The child's voice was very soft and tender, with a hint of inaccuracy in pronunciation, yet everyone present clearly understood what he was saying.
"Little one, what are you saying?"
Bi Luoyue's delicate face tightened, her eyes suddenly moist, as she crouched down and asked.
"Sister...Sister..."
The child opened his mouth and called out once more.
"That's great, little one, you can speak now, it's truly wonderful..."
On Bi Luoyue's cool and delicate face, there was a now an unconcealable joy.
"His vocal cords are fully recovered, let him play with children his age for a few days and speaking shouldn't be an issue."
Qin Yang said.
"Thank you."
Bi Luoyue's beautiful eyes assessed the somewhat mysterious young man before her, and she spoke earnestly. This young man had the extraordinary ability to cure the child's illness out of thin air.
"He's healed, now it's your turn, extend your hand."
Qin Yang said to Bi Luoyue.
