No matter how Ji Huan tried to soothe him, her gentle words seemed to be blocked out, completely unable to reach Dabao's ears.
He was clearly out of strength, yet he continued to resist and struggle. His newly grown fingernails even cut the side of Ji Huan's face.
Ji Huan hissed in pain.
It was this sound that made Dabao's screams pause for a moment.
Ji Huan seized the opportunity to hug him tighter, one hand patting his back comfortingly.
"Dabao, you heard that, didn't you? It's your big sister. I'm back. I didn't abandon you. I'm back…"
The voice was soft and gentle, just like on those evenings after dinner, lying on the warm brick bed, listening to the person who would slowly tell him stories…
Dabao's stiff body relaxed bit by bit, until finally, he was nestled in Ji Huan's arms, docile and obedient once more.
From this subtle reaction, Ji Huan knew. Dabao was alright. He recognized her.
However, an even greater surprise was yet to come.
