The little girl's head tilted in confusion. Wasn't that the case? Why would Blake make fun of her for being weak because she cried, then?
Dyon felt his heart flutter. Her inquisitive look was far too adorable.
"Strength is decided by your will. As long as you can feel sad and cry, but get back up and try again, that's true strength." Dyon explained with a smile. "Because Little Precious cried yet still wanted to learn how to get stronger, Little Precious is already strong."
"~~Really? Really?~~"
The little girl jumped up and down happily. Without exaggeration, Dyon felt that this beautiful moment was the best he had ever experienced. Nothing could top this, nothing.