There were procedures in every illness, especially psychological illnesses. It had to be done slowly, and Little Yuan’s condition was related to her childhood experience. She was abandoned by her parents and stayed in a special environment, not to mention that she even encountered all kinds of people. She had sealed up her heart, so she needed an opportunity for her to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.

When Little Yuan realised that she could speak, she constantly called out, “Mama, Uncle Su!”

As long as she tried to reorganise her words, she could become a normal child, but it still required her to constantly practice.

“I love Mama and Uncle Su the most…” Hearing a complete sentence coming from Little Yuan, Lu Shimiao’s tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed.

“At most, Little Yuan only needs to undergo a week of practice before she can be like any normal person. Her voice is sweet, and who knows, she might become an outstanding singer or speaker.” Su Tao smiled.

Wiping her tears, Lu Shimiao smiled. “I only wish that she can be like any other child, having her own freedom without...