Her heart shrunk slightly, but Lin Mengya keenly observed that the man used surprisingly not some dagger or other weapon, but rather like a specially made silver leaf.

And that voice was hoarse in an uncharacteristic way, it should have been barely audible because the voice had been pretty much destroyed.

Lin Menya's unusual sense of smell smelled the air, and there seemed to be an extra dash of ointment in the air.

All are good for moistening the voice, but among them, ...