It was just that Xu Chao did not quite understand.
Lin Yang was the one who had had a pitiful childhood.
Lin Yang was also the one who had been bullied by the other children.
So why was he the one crying?
What he understood even less was why, when Lin Yang's account was so simple, plain, and concise, he felt as though he had experienced it himself, as though he had personally seen a helpless, pitiful little chubby boy lying in a muddy puddle, filthy all over.
It felt as though a fine, sharp needle had been driven into his brain, stabbing back and forth through his flesh and setting off a dense web of pain.
Xu Chao held his forehead and let out a soft groan of pain.
"Chaochao, Chaochao, what's wrong? Don't scare me! Xu Zhou, Fu Sichen, come here-" Lin Yang crouched beside Xu Chao's lounge chair, his voice almost breaking into tears with anxiety.
Xu Chao grabbed his wrist and asked, looking somewhat dazed, "Lin Yang, what else did you give me besides little cakes?"
Although Lin Yang thought the question was strange, he still answered honestly, "Strawberries, oranges, spicy strips, dried fish..."
"Avocados," Xu Chao suddenly said.
Lin Yang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Right, right, avocados too! But you didn't like them, so I only gave you one once. Chaochao, what's wrong with you?"
"I... I don't know either. Yangyang, I think I..."
Just then, a hurried jumble of footsteps sounded a short distance behind them.
Xu Chao could tell that Fu Sichen and Xu Zhou had come over. There was another set of footsteps besides theirs, probably Gu Chengfeng's.
Seeing the dried tear tracks on Xu Chao's cheeks, Lin Yang's heart leaped into his throat. He swallowed and asked shakily.