Li Huan’s smile vanished as he saw the Insect King’s expression, as if he could sense the disdain on the King’s face.
*Wuwuwuwu.*
Li Huan scurried to Bai Chen’s side, tugging silently at his sleeve, seeking comfort.
This Insect King was truly detestable. Even if they were weak, he didn’t have to show such blatant disdain.
At the very least, couldn’t he hide that expression? It was so discouraging.
*Wuwuwuwu, Bai Bai, this Insect King looks down on us. You have to comfort me.*
Bai Chen, seeing Li Huan grab his sleeve and approach, saw his lips curl upwards slightly, a flicker of delight in his eyes, but it vanished in less than a second.
He needed to learn to manage his emotions, not let this fool see through him.
If he saw it, he’d probably distance himself without hesitation.
That’s just how he was; he disliked overly proactive people. He liked a challenge. It was like that when he was young, wasn’t it?
—Time jump—
A small child was playing in the garden.
The boisterous child, from afar, suddenly spotted another child reading in a window.
It seemed he had been reading there since early morning.
Did he not eat or sleep?
Beside him, an adult watched the child with a stern expression.
The child next to the adult said nothing, merely continuing to read.
The child playing with a ball in the garden saw this and felt the child indoors must be under surveillance by his family.
Prevented from coming out to play.
How could he, the invincible, terrifying, fire-breathing, cosmic thunder god, tolerate such a thing that harmed children?
Infuriated, he tossed the ball aside.
Then, he began to inch towards the window.
Crossing an iron gate, he glanced up at the guard, saw the guard was dozing and hadn't noticed him, and continued to creep forward.
As he neared the window, he knocked lightly on their door. When the stern-faced adult emerged from his room, the child quickly darted to the window.
He extended his small hand, tapping the glass repeatedly. No matter how many times he knocked, the boy inside ignored him, continuing to read.
Seeing this, the child’s face puffed out in anger.
Why wasn't this child paying attention to him? He had come to save him, so why the disregard?
Could it be that the adult had him under control?
And that’s why he wasn't responding?
The thought of this possibility made the child knock on the glass even faster.
Inside, the boy heard the increasingly urgent tapping at the window. He frowned, put down his book, walked to the window, and opened it. He looked down at the small boy, whose clothes and face were smudged with dirt, diligently tapping on the glass.
Seeing that the boy inside had finally appeared, the small boy anxiously asked, "Are you alright?"
This child must be controlled by that adult. They were the same age, yet he couldn’t go out to play. Truly pitiful.
The boy inside heard the question, and a hint of confusion flickered across his usually cool expression.
He wondered why this dirty little boy was asking that.
What could possibly be wrong with him in his own home?
"What could be wrong with me?" the boy indoors asked doubtfully.
"Well, then why don’t you come out to play?"
In his world, children his age should all be playing outside.
Little Theater:
I have a bit of a cold, so I only managed a thousand words. I'm almost embarrassed to post it, but my head really hurts. Let's see if my head feels better tomorrow.