"Uncle, don't be sad!" Jiang Yang, with a pair of moist eyes, looked seriously at Fang Yi. "Brother Wei Qin will definitely get better."
Fang Yi struggled to squeeze out a pale smile, slowly clasping Jiang Yang's small hand.
He really did not understand, even if Tang Qian did not care about Wei Qin, and could not see that Wei Qin liked Jiang Yang's willingness. But based on such a sensible and well-behaved child, how could she bring herself to hit someone's child?
"Uncle, Brother Wei Qin will definitely get better, I promise," Jiang Yang's eyes earnest, looked at Fang Yi with the determination and clarity typical of an adult.
Fang Yi looked at the young boy before him, a warm current surged through his heart, slowly reviving his icy, gaunt heart.
"Thank you, uncle believes you." This child was so much like Wei Qin, he was almost a carbon copy of Wei Qin as a child.
