Then he curled himself into a ball and rolled out of the room in a crooked and awkward manner.

The boy's fingers, which were resting on the armrest, twitched almost imperceptibly.

He looked away, his gaze fixed on the window as before, calm as still water.

The system was terrified by the little dumpling's actions: "Chao Chao, are you alright?"

The little dumpling rolled to the doorway and stopped automatically, landing with a "smack" on the marble tiles like an egg pancake.

The room was carpeted and very soft.

Chaochao is feeling dizzy and lightheaded right now.

I felt even more dizzy than when I was playing soccer during the variety show recording.

A world in motion, faces that change in an ever-changing way.

"Miss Chaochao, what's wrong!"

Numerous servants rushed out from every nook and cranny, looking at the little dumpling in Aunt Song's arms with worried expressions.

After a while, Chaochao felt that she was no longer dizzy and slowly opened her eyes.

In my field of vision, there were faces in all directions: one, two, three, four, five, six... so many faces.

Chaochao... is dizzy again.

She must not have fully recovered yet.

"Everyone, disperse, go do your own thing." Aunt Song waved to the concerned crowd and whispered to the little dumpling, "Chao Chao, are you still dizzy?"

Aunt Song asked anxiously, "Should we call a doctor to come and take a look?"

doctor……

inject!

The little dumpling suddenly woke up and sat up in Aunt Song's arms: "No need, no need, I'm fine."

Aunt Song frowned. After Chaochao repeatedly assured her in her childish voice and even showed off her biceps, Aunt Song finally reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​calling the family doctor.

"You can't do that again next time, or you'll scare Grandma." Aunt Song glanced at the boy's back through the crack in the door, and the maid beside her understood and went to close the door.

Aunt Song then earnestly advised, "The older brother inside has a bad temper, so please don't play with him anymore, okay?"

The deliberately hushed sounds outside the room drifted into Pei Yushen's ears with the airflow from the closing door.

He remained expressionless, still gazing out the window, his gray eyes seemingly shrouded in gloom.

The shadow of a snack box not far away was reflected on the clean, transparent glass window.

The boy could see it all the time.