Weining raised her head, looked at Yang Jian, and smiled softly. "Because it has you. I'm sure San'er, Nezha, and Yaoji will all like it. I do, too."
A flash crossed his eyes, and Yang Jian turned to look at Weining, seeing only solemn sincerity in her clear, water-like gaze.
This was... a promise, not pity or mere comfort.
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