Looking at the excited children, Xiao Ying was also moved, and a sense of heroism surged in her heart. She couldn't help but say, "The fairies in your hands are a part of the fairy tree. Without the fairies, the fairy tree is only a big tree. It was each of you who created this fairy tree, and it was you who created this world."
"In the future, there will surely be a place for you in this world. Children, work hard to shine. The peak of the future will definitely have your mark."
Xiao Ying pointed firmly at the horizon. The children followed her hand, and their eyes gradually became resolute.
Their eyes were each lit aglow.
Only one child was standing in a corner, staring blankly at the butterfly in his hand.
Suddenly, he was pulled out by a dignified woman.
