Li Jingtai smiled as he reached out and gently brushed the tip of her nose. "I made you stop and take a good look at me, so you could show me some concern."
Su Qiao: "...Did you have to do it this way?"
She had completely finished her task and was already preparing to make arrangements for the studio before taking him back home for a vacation.
Li Jingtai's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at her with a hint of grievance. "You forced me into it."
"Do you remember? When I was little, the sentence I heard most every day was, 'Mommy is very busy. Stay home and be a good boy.'"
"Back then, I didn't understand anything. I only felt that the word 'busy' was awful. It always left me alone, facing that cramped, messy, unbearably quiet home by myself. It made me feel as though the world inside the window and the world outside were two different worlds."
"After I graduated, I gave up a great job opportunity and chose to become a writer because I wanted to freely arrange all my time and live however I pleased. I didn't want to keep myself busy."
"I hadn't hated the word 'busy' for a long time, but recently, I kept seeing it in your words and in everything you did. It made me relive how I felt as a child."
It put him in a terrible mood, and he was feeling worse and worse.
Yet she had never noticed how increasingly unhappy he was. She had devoted all her attention and energy to other people and to the wish she claimed to have.
He felt that if he didn't do something soon, he would go crazy.
As if he had thought of something, Li Jingtai's brows slowly relaxed,