Hearing his mother's words, Anjing Zhen felt a little awkward. He couldn't help rubbing his nose, a trace of discomfort flashing through his eyes.
Since the start of the year, he had never returned to his hometown. He had indeed lied to his family before, naturally because he didn't want them to find out he was injured and worry too much.
What he hadn't expected was that his father, who always wore a stern expression and kept criticizing him, would be so attentive. Just by watching television, he had noticed that Anjing Zhen was injured and sent his mother over to check on him.
Yet thinking of this, he felt no resentment. Instead, he found himself quietly comforted by this familial affection.
The corners of his lips rose slightly into a gentle smile as he said softly, "Dad may not say much normally, and he always likes picking at my faults, but when it really matters... he still cares about me."
"Yeah. Your dad's just hard-mouthed, but he really does worry about you."
Misuzu looked at her son, her eyes full of tenderness. "When he saw you were hurt this time, he was frantic. He kept urging me to hurry over and see how you were."
Anjing Zhen smiled without saying anything, though he was making calculations in his heart.
It was still vacation, and the academy had yet to reopen. Kitasan Black's race would not be until after she returned from overseas, and Almond Eye would not be taking her assessment for some time either.
Since he was relatively free, and his injury had already been discovered, perhaps he could go back to his hometown in a couple of days.
As though she had seen through her son's thoughts, Misuzu blinked and suddenly smiled strangely.
Glancing at Kitasan Black,