The air in the room was so quiet you could only hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Lin Wan Yi stared at Gu An's little face, which had returned to a creamy complexion, then glanced at Little Grey, who was lying by the bed with its belly bulging.
"You mean it ate that 'scent'?"
Gu An nodded, quickly climbing out from under the covers.
He stretched out his small hand, grabbed Little Grey's upright ear, and tugged it firmly.
Little Grey didn't dodge.
Instead, it nudged its big head into Gu An's lap, its tail thumping "pa-pa" against the floor.
Those bright green eyes had lost all their previous murkiness.
They shone like two ghostly flames.
Lin Wan Yi reached out to touch her son's forehead.
Cool.
Not only had the fever subsided, but the child's spirits were even better than before he fell ill.
"Hungry."
Gu An patted his belly, his words clear.
This single word, "hungry," brought Gu Lan from outside the door.
With a "bang," the door was flung open.
