People say that handsome children often grow up to be less attractive, and there's a lot of truth in that. Take Zhao Zhenduo, for example, he was much better looking as a child than he is now.
A faint haze of smoke lingered above his head, and except for He Qing, nobody else could see it.
Zhao Zhenduo's mind was a blank expanse at that moment—within the chaotic scenes, there were splashes of bright, vivid colors everywhere. Just like the innocence of youth, deeply buried in the recesses of memory, they could never be erased.
In fact, Zhao Zhenduo as a child didn't like to play with girls. Many boys are like this; at a certain stage, they prefer to follow older boys rather than play with girls their own age.
At that time, Zhao Zhenduo genuinely found the neighbor's girl annoying and clingy. As a proud young male, he preferred to run around with a toy gun, engaging in boyish games, not stuck at home playing house with a girl, over and over again.
