"Tiantian, are you awake?"
While He Tiantian was lost in thought, her parents, He Qingfeng and Su Min, had already arrived in the inner room.
They entered the room tiptoeing, as if afraid of waking their daughter.
Stepping closer, they noticed their daughter was staring blankly, her eyes wide open. Su Min, out of habit, reached out to touch her forehead.
Good, no fever!
Su Min let out a quiet sigh of relief.
He Qingfeng asked softly, "Baobao, are you hungry? Daddy bought you your favorite rice cake, and it's still nice and warm!"
He Tiantian snapped back to reality and looked up to see two young faces, oddly attired but filled with care and tenderness.
"Hungry!" He Tiantian uttered softly.
Her voice sounded a bit childish, as though she was still a little girl.
In fact, He Tiantian's current body was indeed young, around eight or nine years old.
But she seemed even younger because she was frail, with overly pale skin, sparse yellow hair, and she was very thin.
