The contact causes Wen Ning to force himself to take a few calming breaths. He needs to calm down. He can't go potentially scaring other world versions of his only living family. His body shudders, then slowly relaxes. The lines that had been steadily crawling up his face begin to recede. The darkness doesn't reach his eyes.

"Sorry. I-I'm sorry." He wants to offer a comforting pat on the arm to the boy but he doesn't dare. It's good enough that he's controlling himself. "I really am very happy for you especially." Not that Lan Sizhui had a bad life - quite the opposite. But it would have been nice for him to have been able to grow up with his family.