[ It's those words that finally get her to avert her eyes, looking down at a random spot on the floor. Easy to adore, huh? Her chest feels tight, but the only sign she's feeling any worse is a neutralizing of her expression. ]

That's because growing up, everyone I knew always wished for my happiness. My moms, and the rest of my family...

[ Yingying was Bloomfete's beloved little princess, raised by the village with adoration even though she'd been abandoned at the foot of the wisteria as an infant. It's hard to put to words what an impact being on the receiving end of all of that love has had on her, how it informs her relationships with others. ]

And I was always entrusted with everyone's wish. [ For as long as she could remember, on the New Year, people came bearing gifts to ask her earnestly for their most precious desire. ] Maybe not anymore... but the feeling still remains. Wanting to grant happiness.

[ That's what a fairy should do. ]