"Liger, I like it."
It was the first time Kong Jian had actively expressed his joy.
Wen Ying looked at the monk's clothes before her. Though they were called monk's clothes, they had been modified to be much more convenient to wear.
But they were still simple and elegant, recognizable at a glance.
Since Kong Jian liked them, and the system had provided them, Wen Ying didn't hesitate to take him to change into his new clothes.
There were new shoes, too.
Kong Jian carried a black bag containing the clothes he had just taken off and another new set. He seemed to have brightened up considerably.
If Kong Jian had an endearingly naive sort of cuteness when she first met him, now, dressed in new clothes and holding her hand, what she saw was a lively spirit.
Looking at Kong Jian now, Wen Ying asked softly, "Kong Jian, where is your home?"
Kong Jian shook his head but didn't speak.
"Then how did you end up here?"
"I came looking for Liger..."
'Looking for me?'
