At this moment, Chen Yuan smiled softly, touching Huwa's head, softly chanting.
"A touch on the head, for peace and health"
"A pat on the back, for everything to go smoothly"
"..."
A song of blessings accompanied by visible golden light surged into Huwa's tiny body.
Beside them, the little squirrel and White Fox under the rocking chair watched with wide eyes, seemingly happy for this friend, chirping away.
Soon, Huwa felt his body heat up, then his eyes became sleepy, and he drifted off in a daze.
Chen Yuan supported the dozing Huwa.
At this moment, with a "thud," Sister Hua knelt down beside them, kowtowing to Chen Yuan,
"Sir, your great kindness overwhelms us, my son and I are deeply grateful." Sister Hua spoke with a tearful voice; ordinarily, she was a fiery woman who, as a widow, raised a boy. If she wasn't tough, it would be difficult to hold her ground in this world.
She didn't ask for much, just for her son's safety.
