"Give it a try, come on, open your mouth and call me sister..." Rong Yan encouraged the little girl with an expectant gaze.
Sun Mei, the mother, was even more nervous than her daughter.
Ever since the treatment and medication had begun, she had been longing day and night, hoping that her daughter would be able to speak.
But the result had not even been a complete sentence; no sound had come from her, which had her worried sick. She had thought about seeking out her benefactor to ask what was really going on.
Coincidentally, the benefactor came over today.
Xiu’er opened her large eyes which, perhaps encouraged, opened her mouth, "...Sis... ter..."
Her voice was exceedingly weak.
But the other two people present heard it.
Sun Mei was completely overwhelmed with excitement, "She... she spoke..."
Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
Fearing to frighten her daughter who had just begun to speak, she quickly covered her mouth.
Rong Yan was quite delighted, too, and looking into those sparkling eyes full of spirit, she encouraged, "Xiuxiu, great job! You called ’sister’ so nicely! Sister loves hearing it, come on, say it a few more times."
Having succeeded with the first attempt, Sun Xiu’s second call came out much more smoothly and was clearer, "...Sis, ter... Sister..."
Rong Yan reached out to touch her hair, "Very good! Now, call out to your mother..."
Sun Xiu turned her head and for the first time noticed her mom looking at her with tears streaming down her face.
Her heart panicked, "...Mom, don’t... don’t cry..."
Her voice was still weak and somewhat hoarse, but to her mother, Sun Mei, it was undoubtedly a heavenly sound.
Her tears dripped down even more joyously.
"...Mom, Mom won’t cry... Ugh..."
Her daughter could speak.
Her daughter would not be mute.
All the frustration and sorrow over the years flowed with the tears, as if to carry it all away.
Sun Xiu saw her dear mother crying even harder and the little girl became somewhat flustered, "Mom, Mom..."
She looked like she was going to cry, too.
Rong Yan hurriedly said, "Alright, don’t cry now, her ability to speak is a great thing, crying like this will scare her."
Once Sun Mei heard that crying might scare her daughter, she quickly and frantically wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
"Mom’s not crying... I’m just too happy... My Xiu’er can speak..."
Suddenly, she thought of something.
She turned around and knelt down before Rong Yan, continuously bowing her head in thanks, "Benefactor, thank you... thank you..."
Rong Yan’s attention had not been on her before, so she was unprepared for this action.
By the time she realized, she quickly helped the continuously bowing person up, "Don’t do this, or I’ll get angry."
Hearing that Rong Yan might get angry, Sun Mei didn’t dare to bow again, though, initially, she had wanted to make her daughter bow in thanks with her.
"Thank you, without you, my daughter would have been mute her whole life."
It’s hard enough for ordinary people to marry into a good family, fate notwithstanding, let alone for someone like her daughter who couldn’t speak... She would’ve had a hard life ahead of her.
Not to mention the present; she still had to endure being called ’little mute’ by others.
Now, at last, she could be a normal person, and when she reached the right age, she could be sent to school.
"Don’t call me benefactor, just call me Mr. Rong, it’s fine. Her condition isn’t congenital mutism, so it’s easier to treat. Normally, guide her to speak more. Also, I’m giving you a bottle of medicine for her. Give it to her, and once this bottle is finished, she won’t need to take any more medicine."
Rong Yan took out a simple small bottle from her pocket.


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