Xu Xiuxiu knew too little about the space, and the effects of the pink fruit were not extraordinary, let alone possessing life-altering, bone-regenerating powers. It seemed to be just a fruit, but if one were to say it had no effects, that wouldn't be true either—it was excellent at removing scars. That's why she firmly believed that the pink fruit would be effective for Song Yuanhuan, otherwise, given the severity of his leg injury, he couldn't possibly have woken up feeling completely revitalized.
Song Yuanhuan stayed calm and did not press Xu Xiuxiu further, "Hmm, I have always trusted you." He also never pried into the secrets she wanted to keep hidden.
"Mr. Song, trust me and you'll be lucky, may Buddha bless you." Xu Xiuxiu winked playfully, adopting the air of a hermit.
Seeing this, Song Yuanhuan just smiled warmly at her, "Stop messing around," his tone gentle like that towards a beloved daughter, which instantly made Xu Xiuxiu feel over the moon.
