Wei Yilin muttered, "Those events happened so long ago, and I was still young then."
"It doesn't seem that long ago. If you consider yourself aged at nine, then seven should not be considered young."
"No, no, I was just a kid at nine, and I am still young now, so at seven, I was even younger. You, as an adult, should be magnanimous and not squabble with a kid like me!" Wei Yilin quickly changed his tune.
"Absolutely not, I am famously petty. I remember every slight, from grudges against the elderly to grievances with children, and once I remember, it sticks for a long time." Wei Ruo replied.
"Then why don't you hit me and release your anger?" Wei Yilin suggested.
"I don't want to. Hitting people hurts my hand."
"Then use a whip. It won't hurt your hand when you whip someone."
Wei Ruo barely suppressed a chuckle, "Are you truly not afraid of being beaten?"
"I'm a man... no, I should say a boy. I'm not afraid of being hit. Indeed, the more the merrier."