Yang Yan looked at the little girl running toward him and smiled faintly.
"Okay."
He felt an unprecedented comfort, a soothing sensation throughout his body.
His whole body was filled with power, a power that could shatter everything.
"Big brother, that's wonderful.
I saw you never came out and thought something happened to you,
Mom also said you might be gone.
I've been coming here every day, wanting to see you.
Finally, I get to see you!" the little girl said happily.
Yang Yan was fine, and she was happier than him.
Compared to Yang Yan, it seemed like she was the one who recovered from an illness, not Yang Yan.
*Such pure, simple-minded people are rare.*
*Perhaps only children have such sincere, pure hearts.*
"How could anything happen to me? Your mother is overthinking.
My illness was severe, which is why the treatment took so long," Yang Yan said as he ruffled the little girl's hair.
The little girl nodded vigorously.
"Big brother, are you leaving?"
