Yanling pursed his lips. Now he couldn't comprehend Yan Luoxi's well-intentioned efforts. He said, "I feel like I'm already at the level of the fourth grade second semester. If I continue with the second grade second semester after the start of the school year, it will just be a waste of my time."
"Xiaoling." Yan Luoxi spoke earnestly, "You're still a child. You don't need to rush to grow up. Mommy hopes you can happily go through every stage of life."
"But this is the path I want to take, Mommy. I don't want to be like them, wasting time doing what I already know, learning the knowledge I already grasp. That's not happiness for me, it's a constraint."
Yan Luoxi looked at him in shock. She increasingly felt that Yanling was not a child about to turn nine, but a nineteen-year-old. His maturity was such that he could already make decisions about his future.
How much had she neglected this child, making him feel the need to grow up so quickly?
