Yang Jian followed Weining obediently into the house, where he and his sister were seated together on wooden stools.
Having just experienced a sudden upheaval of extreme joy and sorrow, his emotions were in turmoil. He felt as though he were walking on clouds; though his mind was clear, his spirit remained adrift.
Seeing him sit in silence, so docile yet so lost and vacant in his gaze, Weining did not disturb him. Instead, she simply handed him a cup of fresh spring water, then exchanged a few casual words with Yang Chan.
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