"You know a lot of things. You know how to write, draw, treat illnesses, and save people… You know all of these. If you call yourself useless despite all this, what about other beasts?"
Sang Ye's tone was very calm, and his words were emotionless, but Huanhuan could hear the comfort in them.
She whispered, "If I'm as good as you say, I can make a potion…"
"Don't say things like that to belittle yourself. You can definitely do it if you try a few more times."
Huanhuan couldn't help but smile. "Do you trust me that much?"
"Yes, I believe you very much."
"Since you trust me so much, I can't betray your trust." She slowly let go of his waist and clenched her small fists. "I'll try again!"
Sang Ye stroked her head. "All the best."
Huanhuan tried several more times. Finally, on the eighth try, she successfully concocted the right potion.
She carefully filled a wooden basin with the potion.
