Pei Ye sighed lightly, and Xu Chuo propped her chin and watched him with a smile but didn't speak.
Pei Ye turned his head, "What are you looking at?"
"Looking at a child feeling the sorrow of spring and autumn."
"...Who is the child?" Pei Ye glared.
"Aren't you a child?" Xu Chuo chuckled, "Spending your days reading too little, knowing too little, yet thinking too much... This is what teenagers typically do."
"..." Pei Ye was momentarily at a loss for words, turned his head away sulkily, not really wanting to deal with her.
"Because when I was a teenager, I also did the same, always pondering unsolvable matters alone." The woman sat down leaning against the railing, poured him a cup of clear wine, and handed it over, "One can't see the world and themselves clearly in their teens or twenties, overthinking is useless."
