Xixi nodded solemnly and resolutely, her eyes mixing courage with unease, anticipating the freedom to express herself like other children but fearing the pain that acupuncture might bring.
While adjusting the Golden Needle on Jiang Ziling's leg from time to time, Su Yu silently calculated the time. Once everything was ready, she stood up to prepare the materials needed for the next hot compress, mentally noting her hope that all her efforts would soon fill the household with laughter and joy.
Er Ya and San Ya's eyes, like magnets attracted to the scene before them, stuck to what they were witnessing; even as sleepiness washed over them like a tide and consecutive yawns reddened the corners of their eyes, they didn't want to move a step away, as if leaving would mean missing the most spectacular show in the world.