Objection is Futile

"Xiaomo, let me take you to breakfast." Duan Feiyu took Duan Xiaomo's hand gently.

"Okay," Duan Xiaomo answered.

Although it was just one word, Duan Feiyu got so excited that he almost jumped, his face turning red in joy as he forgot about the intense cold.

"Xiaomo, you have really recovered! Do you know who I am?" Duan Feiyu asked excitedly, his voice shaky with emotion. Although Xiaomo had been with him all this time, no matter what he said or did, Duan Xiaomo had never responded. This was the first time he had gotten a response!

"Yes. Thank you, big brother," Duan Xiaomo said calmly.

"Xiaomo, you have truly recovered! That's great!" Duan Feiyu was so happy that tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't stop himself from picking Duan Xiaomo up and spinning him around a couple of times.