Liu Xian stared at him, expression still blank. The boy's grin faltered slightly, but he pressed on.
"Sorry," he mumbled quickly, glancing down at his boots. "It's just… you seemed like the only one here close to my age."
That made Liu Xian raise an eyebrow.
Close to his age?
He didn't say anything, just looked at the kid—and then at his own reflection on the glossy black wall to the right. Gaunt, pale skin. Hollowed-out cheeks. Shadowed eyes. Thin frame.
Yeah.
Okay.
With the state he was in, he couldn't blame the kid for assuming he was also fresh out of middle school.
But he still didn't correct the boy.
He didn't say a single word.
He just turned back around and started walking again.
The kid blinked, confused for a second, then his expression lit up again and he quickly rushed to keep up beside him.
