Being a [King] requires extraordinary qualifications, otherwise the country and its people will surely be led into an irreversible hell by a foolish or tyrannical ruler.
Roland didn't feel qualified to comment on this, but the innocent boy couldn't help feeling that those emotionless and indifferent eyes were too cold, too lonely, and too sorrowful.
"Don't judge the extraordinary and their responsibilities with eyes of pity; one-sided goodwill can sometimes be more hurtful than malice."
As he ran his fingers through his chestnut-colored hair, which had not been washed for days, it felt oily and dry. Li Lin patted Roland's head as if he were stroking a puppy. Not feeling too bad about it, Roland remained silent, looking up at his guardian.
"Put it on."
Taking the oxygen mask without any hesitation, Roland fastened it to his face.
