456 Pitifully Weak

The green light was then absorbed by Amy, and her furrowed brows slowly relaxed. The pained expression on her face also eased as color returned to her cheeks, and her breathing became more even as if she had already fallen asleep.

"Alright, all she needs is some rest now." Xixi slowly put down her hand, and Amy's little body descended gently back onto the counter.

"Thank you." Mag heaved a sigh of relief as he scooped up the sleeping Amy in his arms.

"You're welcome. It's a little cold outside, so make sure the blanket is wrapped really tightly around her. Also, make sure not to feed her anything cold before bed from now on," Xixi cautioned.

"Yes, I definitely won't do that again." Mag nodded in response. He had well and truly learned his lesson. Not only was he not going to feed Amy ice cream at night, he was going to strictly enforce a maximum quota of two ice creams a day.