"It's okay, you're alright now." Luo Qingtong wasn't very good at comforting people but this little guy was crying so miserably in her arms that it seemed a little too unkind to just let him be.
Luo Qingtong patted the young boy's back as she thought to herself. At the same time, she stuffed the few herbs that she had snagged into his mouth.
"Chew a few times before swallowing."
"Okay." The young boy nodded with tears in his eyes.
Having just experienced the fear of life and death, hugging Luo Qingtong was like clutching at a lifeline.
Despite this, he still tried to force himself not to hug Luo Qingtong too tightly to avoid interfering with her movements.
"Fairy Sister, thank… thank you."
The odor of the herbs was very unpleasant.
The young boy had been pampered since he was a child and had never smelled such a strong odor before.
