The little Ying Jing from Wen Fucheng's home wasn't lost, she was just struggling with how to interact with his friends.
He could see her nervousness.
The man took the initiative to ask.
"If you don't like it, there's no need to force yourself. Just sit over there and wait for me." Coming down in a bit of a rush, he didn't have a chance to say it before he left; he should at least go back and say a word to his friends before heading home with Ying Jing.
"It's okay, really! You originally came out to meet friends, you don't need to worry about me."
"What's on your mind?"
He wasn't in a hurry. He led her to a bench by the roadside and sat down, using all his tenderness and patience. "Where is the feeling off? Tell me."
"I don't know how to interact with your friends."
To her, it was a small, unfamiliar world.
Maybe her sudden intrusion would cause displeasure among others.
Or perhaps she wouldn't fit in, wouldn't be adaptable.
