He shook his head.
He had wanted to eat the buns earlier, really just as Sister Zhi Zhen had said, because they wouldn't taste good cold and might even cause diarrhea...
If he really got hungry, he could just find a restaurant and have a big meal after descending the mountain.
"Don't worry about it, Dongsheng."
Sister Zhi Zhen patted his shoulder. She was trying to comfort him, but her expression looked more like someone trying to hold back laughter while watching a spectacle.
"Kids at this age are sensitive; they're quite a handful."
"I've heard that more than once already..."
Cen Dongsheng sighed.
A handful? Even if they were, he had to handle it because, although the person in question was a child of that age, they weren't truly "a child"—
What Yi Qingyan represented, the path King Pingdeng would take in the future, was a consequence only he could bear.
So, what could he do?
"Should I study some psychology to really understand what kids this age are thinking?"