The Silly Little Beauty Becomes the Cure for a Rampaging Big Shot

[Two male leads | Mental power soothing | Extreme contrast | Childhood sweethearts growing up together | Sweet romance]

When he was fifteen, Bo Jin, the Empire's most powerful destroyer, used his knife to lift a filthy little child out of the muddy waters of the black market.

The child was named Chi Xing. He wore a battered hearing aid and was a slow-witted, useless F-ranker.

When others snatched his last half-piece of hard bread, all he could do was slowly crouch down and pick crumbs out of the mud.

Bo Jin was violent by nature and had always hated the weak.

But when his mental sea teetered on the brink of collapse, pain turning his eyes red as he wanted to tear everything apart,

the little mute, so skinny and small that he could barely speak, came up to him through the wreckage, clutching a threadbare blanket.

Clumsily, Chi Xing pressed his cheek, faintly smelling of cheap powdered milk, against the taut veins on the back of Bo Jin's hand.

"Hoo-hoo... Xingxing will blow on it for you."

He was the only medicine in the entire galaxy that could calm Bo Jin's rage.