[It's strange. On one hand, Jiang Cheng feels a kind of flare of superior, awful pride at hearing the news. Wen Ning doesn't have a core, even if the flesh is soft and supple and alive again. On the other hand, Jiang Cheng also understands the hopeless, defeated weight of a core being gone.
He's not sure if he should be smug or sympathetic, so he's, annoyingly, both.]
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He's not sure if he should be smug or sympathetic, so he's, annoyingly, both.]
So you'll do nothing but get in the way.