"Being young can be frightening," Yao Yan smiled at Fu Shulin, his roguish features softening. "I'm sure you know that. A child is scared, always, and looks up to adults for guidance. We instill in every child this: the respect for their elders, to trust in those that have been alive longer than them."
Fu Shulin nodded along; it had always been so for him, and he couldn't say that he had ever been led astray. His parents had done the best for him, with what little they had, An Mu had cared for him selflessly, and with enduring patience, Yao Yan was now protecting him from the consequences of the attack on the inn.
He never had any reason to mistrust the adults in his life, and yet Yao Yan's smile dropped, his expression darkened.