"Ah-Tian, why are you so terrible, telling me about this only now?" Lin Qingya squeezed out a faint smile, pretending to be calm as she complained.
Ye Wutian did not reveal her pretense but responded with a light smile, "I just never had the chance to tell you these things, perhaps I indeed should have told you right from the beginning."
Lin Qingya lowered her head, her eyes reddened, and she remained silent.
Ye Wutian said nothing more, stuffed the Elixir into Father Lin's mouth, and immediately raised his right hand, condensing three Qi Needles between his four fingers and swiftly inserted them into Father Lin's head.
After a long while, Father Lin's eyelids moved, and he slowly regained consciousness, and Ye Wutian felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.
"Dad, Dad, you're awake." Lin Qingya exclaimed joyfully.
"Qingya, what, what happened?" Father Lin seemed still unclear about his condition.
