[ It's not as if Jiang Cheng can't read his nephew like a book anyway - clearly something is bothering him, upsetting him, and he's bound to get to the reason for it eventually. It might just take a little bit of prodding and prompting to get there.

Just like questioning Jiang Cheng himself about... Anything to do with how he really feels, to be honest. ]

Then it's definitely the train making people talk. It must be something to do with what is happening outside.

[ Shaking his head, Jiang Cheng looks around for somewhere to sit and, for a lack of a better place, simply moves to sit down properly on the ground, placing Sandu gently to one side. ]

I know. [ Empathy, remember? ] But you can trust me.