Lin Qi did not particularly like children, although he had once been a child himself.
It was a terrifying thing.
Growing up.
From a child's perspective, children grew from innocence to awkwardness to adulthood, and their world began to become clear and complete.
But throughout that process, their parents grew older and older, until one day, they would leave them.
From a parent's perspective, however, children were always growing quietly and rapidly. Before they knew it, these children who seemed not to be... everyone growing together.
Instead, it was inheritance in the truest sense! I had passed my life on to my child, and there was no reversing it.
Lin Qi had grown old before. He knew what it felt like when, one day, he wanted to catch his breath, only to stare in shock at the spots appearing on his already sagging skin.
His memories seemed to remain in his youth, when he had been full of strength. Even the dirtiest work could leave him drenched in sweat from sheer effort.
But now, he could not even handle much physical labor!
It was a cruel thing. The years, time—whatever one called it—anything related to time was cruel.
It showed us everything most beautiful in the world, then took it all away bit by bit! It would not pity you and stop because you wailed and begged. It would only faithfully and stubbornly carry out the cruelest and oldest contract, slowly stripping away everything you had...
Lin Qi did not like children because their growth seemed to remind him: You're fucking old!
Although he did not like children, he still retained some concern for children who shared his blood and genes.
Making sure his child did not become a good-for-nothing through excessive pampering was one of the few ways Lin