The delicate voice blossomed in Si Yan's heart, like a crisp spring day, like cool streams trickling down mountains—it nourished her soul.
Hearing a call, Si Yan lowered her head slightly, looking into Nan Mo's eyes, as beautiful as black gemstones.
How could it be? she wondered. That cry of 'Mother' in my heart just now... was it sent by Nan Mo?
A glimmer of expectation rose in Si Yan's heart, yet she feared hurting Nan Mo.
She tentatively asked, "Mo Mo, was that you speaking to me just now?"
Nan Mo nodded quickly, his eyes shining with anticipation. It was me.
It was his first time conversing with his mother through Telepathy, and Nan Mo felt a little embarrassed, his cheeks turning slightly red.
The tender, blushing cub, shy yet daring, was making his first effort to communicate with his mother.
Looking at that tender little face, Si Yan was both surprised and delighted. She was happy for Nan Mo. "You can talk? That's wonderful, you can talk! Are you using Telepathy?"
