"Yaoyao…"
The little girl's childish voice sounded in Shen Yaowei's ear.
Shen Yaowei, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up. She opened her eyes and looked at the source of the voice.
"It's me, Pa Pa!" The pistil of the peony flower opened and closed like a human mouth.
Shen Yaowei didn't expect to hear Pa Pa say a complete sentence one day. After a short moment of surprise, she was overjoyed. She wanted to ask how Pa Pa had become like this, but when she opened her mouth, it was still the sound of a baby.
She only made two syllables before closing her mouth. Shen Yaowei quickly glanced at Nanny Yuan and realized that she was still sleeping soundly.
"Yaoyao, we can communicate with our divine senses," Pa Pa said to Shen Yaowei in a hurry. "However, I don't have much time to communicate. My energy isn't enough in this space."
"This space?" Shen Yaowei used her divine sense to ask silently, "What do you mean?"
