Given Qianyi's momentum, let alone thirteen ships, even if it were a hundred and thirty ships—or even thirteen hundred—she suspected there would still be a huge crowd who had not made it aboard in time.
After all, people living in beautiful, happy worlds were ultimately the minority.
Far more people remained trapped for ages in worlds shrouded by pain and calamity.
And when people struggling in such worlds met someone one day—someone who effortlessly ended disasters, pulled countless people from suffering, worked alongside them, listened to their hearts, showed them the starlight, and even said things like, "We'll form a band for the rest of our lives," or, "Give me all the rest of your life"—
To those who had always lived in the light, those might have been merely casual words. But to people whom fate had never favored, they were practically solemn promises like, "I want to give you a home," "I'll make you happy," or, "Let's get married."
Under such circumstances, if Qianyi started a harem, most people would be able to accept it. But if he deliberately drew a line between himself and most girls, saying things like, "We're just friends," or, "It's impossible between us. I only love one person," that would instead trigger a truly irreparable crisis—and then he would be dragged into a basement by thousands upon thousands of furious people.
Therefore...
"Qianyi, just go for it without hesitation! Turn this not-yet-perfect world into the ideal world in our hearts~?!"
Elysia solemnly patted Qianyi on the shoulder. "As for Kiana and the others, leave it to me to persuade them!!"
"What kind of crazy idea has popped into your head now?"
Qianyi instinctively took half a step back, his expression wary.
"Qianyi, listen to me."
Elysia lightly clasped her hands before her chest.