"I..." the little demoness suddenly spoke.
Meiyao's eyes widened, and she asked anxiously, "You can talk?"
"I can..." The little demoness hurriedly spoke, frightened.
I propped up my chin and couldn't help laughing. "See? To cure an illness, you have to cure the heart first. You've already forgotten the original logic, haven't you?"
Meiyao grew somewhat depressed and immediately said, "I thought... you couldn't talk. Since you can talk, why didn't you say so earlier? You didn't say anything even when I asked."
"I didn't dare... I only just learned how to speak..." The little demoness was at a loss.
Seeing that she was even shyer than herself, Meiyao could only begin asking her questions gently.
I didn't disturb them from the side, quietly watching them converse.
Actually, Meiyao wasn't indifferent to everything. She could even be said to care about the little demoness deeply; it was just that her previous methods had been directed solely at patients.
Now that I had pointed out the core of the problem, she had finally found a new line of thought.
But a sickness of the heart wasn't easy to treat.
I had used the sickness of the heart as an entry point to accelerate the body's aging.
Meiyao wanted to find the root of the illness, but the problem actually wasn't limited to the little demoness.
However, clever as she was, she quickly turned her gaze toward me. "Sovereign, you..."
"What?"
"You have an illness."
"Heh heh, I am ill. How did you only discover it now?" I chuckled.
"I..." Meiyao hurried to my side and directly slipped her hand inside my clothes.
As I watched her touch my heart, I asked, "Is this how you treat a sickness of the heart?"
"For you, more or less." Meiyao boldly pushed me down,