Chapitre 194: Grievance*

…or so the seraphim thought.

He had no idea whether the one he had underestimated was himself or the little mortal, but it was clear that he had not been forgotten. Even as Little Rui Ye reached four years old, he still liked to draw with his white crayon and often spoke about his 'imaginary friend' to his mother. 

'They're so white… so soft and pretty!' he often babbled and spread his arms wide to emphasize his point. 'They're big, bigger than our house!'

At first, the young mother still responded enthusiastically and indulged in her adorable son's fantasy, but as Rui Ye grew older, she couldn't help but feel worried. Was it because he had never made any friends with his peers that he was fixated on this 'imaginary friend'? The more she thought about it, the more plausible it became. Concerned for her son's social development, she mustered her courage and approached the old Chief, pleading for Rui Ye to attend school like other children.