Word after word, sentence after sentence, it seemed as if the little one was about to lose their composure. Their tiny hands, stained crimson, clutched at their mouth, gasping for breath. Each question, however, brought a pang of sorrow to the listener and welled up tears in their eyes.,"Daddy, tomorrow is my tenth birthday. Daddy promised Nuan Nuan that he would take her to the country villa by the springs. He said that the water there would make Nuan Nuan's body stronger and she wouldn't get sick anymore.",It was still that mechanical voice, but I heard a deep undercurrent of reluctance in it.。