Shanshan tearfully told Chen Ziqian about what had happened at school, then lowered her head and poked the white rice in her bowl with her chopsticks again and again, seemingly afraid to look at him.
He sighed deeply, looking at her with pity, then picked up a piece of crispy pork rib with his chopsticks and put it into her bowl, before comforting her, "You won't have to suffer like this again, trust me."
"Brother Ziqian," Shanshan lifted her head, her face full of self-blame. "Do you think I'm too dumb, always so naive?"
"Not dumb," he put down his chopsticks, stretched out an arm, and gently rubbed her head. "Just too kind-hearted. Eat your meal, leave this matter to me."
"..." She felt a bit stupid; if she could have a heroic personality like her sister, she wouldn't be bullied like this.
"Is the food I made not tasty?"
She shook her head, "It tastes good, and it's the flavor I like."
