"This medicine is for applying to the legs and feet. Pain is inevitable, but I hope the young master can endure it. If possible, Kunling truly wishes she could bear this suffering in his place." Guan Kunling twisted a clean white towel in her hands, cautiously wiping Meng Shuyan's legs. The usually cold look in her eyes was now filled with sorrow.
Wasn't this exactly what she thought too? Tian Sangsang asked, "How severe is the pain?"
"It's extremely painful. Indescribably painful. To restore the deadened senses, intense stimulation is necessary to provoke them."
He's only a child, not even four years old. Tian Sangsang wiped away her tears. Yet, the more precious something is in this world, the harder it is to obtain. To be reborn with a better body, one's physical form must endure great suffering; there is no such thing as a reward without cost. She understood it—she understood all of it. But as a mother, her emotions often outweighed her logic.
