"Ouch, that hurts." Zhu Yijun rubbed his forehead, as if he had bumped into something. He paused his rubbing, staring blankly at his delicate hands, unable to believe it. They were completely the hands of a child.,His forehead started aching again, his head felt swollen, and dizziness came in waves. Countless images filled his vision, flashing by at lightning speed.,Zhu Yijun was playing to his greatest advantage; at only ten years old, he could feign innocence.。