In the steaming pool, the little girl Ze Yitong is naked. Her whole body is soaked in hot spring water except her small head and some parts of the shoulders.

Lin Luoran is holding a small bowl half full of black liquid in her hand. The liquid is gleaming with a touch of golden pink light when she stirs it.

"Ajia, can it really cure my arm?" Ze Yitong's eyes flicker. She swallows the saliva in her mouth.

In half a year, the wound on her broken arm has ...