Xiao Ayuan’s memory was truly far beyond that of an ordinary child his age.
Yet he was still too small to move about freely, forced to follow the adults. When he realized how much fun other children were having, he found his own daily life dull by comparison, and naturally, he grew sullen.
Back at the hotel at noon, he listlessly poked at his meal with a spoon, still clutching his bamboo dragonfly tightly.
Chapter 502