Feng Jiu chuckled lightly, pinched her little face, and said, "You'll grow up, don't worry! Yue'er will grow into a beautiful young lady."
"Yue'er will be as beautiful as Mother," she replied with a smile, her eyes curving like crescent moons.
"Mother, the Pan family was kind to us. When we left, we promised to ask you to heal Young Master Pan's legs so he can stand again," Hao'er said, his gaze fixed on her.
Feng Jiu smiled. "Alright, Mother knows. We'll visit him again soon."
Hao'er smiled and nodded, then fell silent.
"Chen'er, how is your health?" Feng Jiu asked, looking at her quiet son, and stroking his head. "Are you alright?"
"Mmh, I'm fine, Mother, don't worry," Mu Chen replied, pausing before continuing, "It's just that the blood curse isn't completely gone, but the symptoms we had earlier have disappeared recently." He hesitated before asking, "Mother, is Father alright?"
