Chen Doudou looked at Huo Yuhao kneeling on the ground, and the sight of the old coachman kneeling there flashed through his mind.
He reached out and gently took Huo Yuhao by the arm, just as he had pulled the old coachman up that day.
"Get up."
Huo Yuhao froze.
He looked into Chen Doudou's clear eyes. There was no condescending pity in them, no sense of superiority from bestowing charity—only a calm equality.
"I saved your mother because I didn't want anything from you."
Chen Doudou turned his head aside. "It's just... seeing someone sick and suffering makes me a little uncomfortable."
"Yuhao... you're back..."
At that moment, Huo Yun'er struggled to open her eyes on the sickbed. She saw the purple-haired little boy behind her son and managed a faint smile. "Who is this...?"
"Mom, this is my classmate Chen Doudou. He's here to save you!"
Huo Yuhao rushed to the bedside, and his tears finally spilled over.
Chen Doudou stepped forward without wasting words and released his martial soul.
"Life Rakshasa Holy Scythe."
A warm, emerald-green light instantly illuminated the dim, damp room.
A vigorous aura of life, like the first gentle rain of spring, spread into every corner.
Huo Yun'er felt the bone-piercing chill that had tormented her for more than a decade gradually fading away.
"First Soul Skill, Dance of the Life Stars."
To make sure she wouldn't be overwhelmed by the treatment, he even gave Huo Yun'er a boost.
Countless phantom Pegasi, formed from pure life energy, poured into Huo Yun'er like spirits.
The pallor drained from her face, replaced by a healthy flush that returned before their eyes.
Her trembling body gradually stilled. The furrow in her brow smoothed, and she even let out a sigh of relief.
Huo Yuhao stared blankly at