"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... He didn't mean it."
Handan.
Probably terrified by seeing their friend motionless, about to burst into tears.
One of the kids standing at a distance mustered up courage, slowly moved in front of Ying Zheng, tugged at their friend, and apologized in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Ying Zheng snapped back to reality, glanced at them, and then walked to the side, passing by the two.
The two little boys were stunned for a moment, and only after Ying Zheng walked away did they breathe a sigh of relief.
"Why were you running so fast, you bumped into someone?"
"Didn't you say you were afraid the aunties would take over the court?"
"But you can't bump into people!"
"..."
"Forget it, let's go."
Their voices drifted over from afar.
After all, they were just kids, though the pressure from Ying Zheng was terrifying.
But at such an innocent age, what scared them just now was soon forgotten.
Soon.
Laughter filled the air again.
