Yuyan sat on Han Xiang's lap, looked at the man who had her wrapped in his arms, and asked, "Why me?" Why in the world did she identify with her alone? Why is DuDu so nice to her?
"Why?" Han Xiang pretended to think, until Yu Yan in his arms started to get slightly nervous before he slowly spoke, "Idiot, you don't need to know why, you just need to know that there is someone whose heart is with you, sharing your happiness and your sorrow. If you are happy, he will be happy with you, if you are sad, he will be sadder than you." My idiot, my angel, you don't need to know why I love you, you just need to know how much I love you.
Don't be so sensational! Yuyan felt her nose feel sour. She didn't know whether she was hurt by Han Xiang's words, or whether she was hurt by how moved she was.