Yu Siqiao was stunned for a moment.
He looked at these two little things, then looked at his own hands.
His hands seemed no different than before, but suddenly his body felt light and refreshed.
Completely unfamiliar!
But somehow, it didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Yu Siqiao once again reached out his hand, placing it in front of the two little jars.
The two chubby little jars both looked over, their little heads huddling together, ready to look at Daddy's hand.
Yu Siqiao opened his palm, and a faint white light suddenly shone.
The two little things immediately screamed joyfully, happily trying to grab the white light to play with it.
Yu Siqiao was dumbfounded.
This white light was something he had only just discovered, yet these two little jars seemed used to it, as if they had always played with this thing.
Yu Siqiao's heartbeat accelerated significantly.
His gaze fell on his palm.
The white light had already faded quite a bit.
