Looking at the kid in front of him, who was wincing in pain with tears in his eyes yet stubbornly trying to act tough and pleading silently, Lin Zimo felt a momentary sense of unreality.
Once upon a time, he and his childhood playmates in the village used to run and play with that exact same carefree spirit.
Whenever they took a spill, the very first thing they would pop up and say was, "Don't tell my mom."
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