In Xiao Ayuan’s mind, as soon as he climbed onto his little tricycle, he became a pony ready to race against the Whirlwind Kick and the Bull Demon King—and he was certain he could win the race with his own short little legs.
If one were to bluntly crush this beautiful fantasy by telling him it was impossible, he surely wouldn’t be convinced. It would be better to bring the tricycle along, let him race on the actual track, and let him feel the gap between himself and the racehorses for himself.
A little toy car: it would fit in the trunk just fine.
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