For Mei Mengchen, who was so considerate, Mei Mengzhen felt more than just appreciation for his sensibility—she also felt more heartache. After all, a child of Mengchen's age, if he had parents around, wouldn't have to think about such things. He should still be at an age to act spoiled.
Mei Mengzhen patted her little brother on the head and said, "It's okay, I've told you, you don't have to worry about so much when you're with your sister. And Chenchen, you're far from being a third wheel to Ziyu and me. Besides, it's nice to go out together. Isn't that right, Chenchen? You're not..."
Mei Mengzhen hadn't finished speaking when her brother interrupted her, "But Chenchen has so many classes, and I can't play either."