"Mm," he says, a nod as Jiang Cheng plans the proper redistribution of god-granted fruits. "They look like her."
They look like their father, too, as one might expect, but more to the point that matters, and something he'd seen once he understood on his 'return' who this loud, arrogant young man was... well. Their sister, adopted or blood, lived on in her son.
In more than looks, because that wasn't so striking, really, but in his heart, and how he acted.
"You know, for how much of you and Guangyao was in his raising, he's still much more like her than anything else." Soft, warmly said, and not looking at Jiang Cheng.
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They look like their father, too, as one might expect, but more to the point that matters, and something he'd seen once he understood on his 'return' who this loud, arrogant young man was... well. Their sister, adopted or blood, lived on in her son.
In more than looks, because that wasn't so striking, really, but in his heart, and how he acted.
"You know, for how much of you and Guangyao was in his raising, he's still much more like her than anything else." Soft, warmly said, and not looking at Jiang Cheng.