What did parents mean to the self?
Fu Qian shook his head inwardly, not the least bit surprised by this bonus question.
"Recognize the difference at a glance" naturally referred to the fact that neither of their parents was around.
In Lady Xixi's otherwise flawless worldview, parents were undoubtedly an exceptionally special concept.
If everything was just an act, how was she, now that she knew the truth, supposed to deal with this familial love?
It was far more complicated than simply deciding how much of it was real and how much was fake. As he had remarked before, the way her mind worked meant she was unlikely to have any concept of "moderation."
For Xixi, denying the significance of this familial love to herself was practically the same as denying herself. It was almost a multiple-choice question with only one answer.
And he was sure this question had tormented her for years.
So it was perfectly natural for her to have complicated feelings about the "similar quality" she saw in him.
Her subtle attitude toward this subject had been apparent from the moment she asked for Time Reversal.
Her request had been to visit her mother's old home, but in this wildly imaginative scenario, she had deliberately avoided her mother and focused instead on an unusual memory from her childhood.
And the memory itself involved stripping away the mystique surrounding her family.
Her preference in this one-answer question was already clear... No wonder they said the bonus question was hard.
"Maybe even the worst parents are still a barrier between their children and the fear of death?"
He stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, thought carefully for two seconds, then answered slowly.
By the time Fu Qian had finished breakfast, Lady Xixi still hadn't announced