"Hmm," Yue Chen nodded.
"You recognize Blood Essence?" Yue Jinghua paused for a moment before finally asking.
Yue Chen lowered his head, neither nodding nor shaking his head.
In his eyes, a maelstrom of emotions swirled, complex beyond his age. Emotions kept accumulating, and the red birthmark on Yue Chen's forehead became increasingly red.
His eyes became empty, like a puppet devoid of feelings.
As if sensing something, Yue Jinghua said loudly, "Thank you for your gift. I, as your sister, can't just take something from you for nothing. Tell me what you want."
A light shone briefly in the hollow eyes.
Yue Jinghua smiled knowingly; children were indeed like that—mentioning gifts would make them instantly joyful.
"Next time, don't leave me behind," Yue Jinghua was stunned. This child...
Yue Chen's voice choked up, his eyes, like glass spheres, began to mist with tears.
