Little Yu sensed that Sang Luo seemed a little down. He licked her cheek and asked in his small, innocent voice, "Mommy, are you sad?"
Sang Luo stroked his fluffy little head and smiled. "I was just lost in thought, sweetie. I'm not sad."
"You're lying, Mommy!"
Little Yu blinked his big, round, glistening eyes and reasoned, "Uncle Yan, Uncle Quan Jin, Brother Little Bao'er, and Brother Nuonuo didn't come to Senchuan Sister's coronation. They must have been delayed by something. And you haven't been able to reach them, so you're worried about them, aren't you?"
'...' 'I almost forgot. This kid inherited his father's Talent Ability, too.'
Sang Luo was exasperated. "You worry about so much for someone so young."
"Uncle Yan and the others will be fine, Mommy. Don't worry." Little Yu licked her cheek again, comforting her softly.
