Birth, aging, sickness, and death; the cycle of the seasons-there was no escaping them, no getting around them.
Ding Ding did not know in what capacity he should face the past. As the one who had benefited from that family, simply walking away had actually been very irresponsible.
But he had been young and hotheaded then, driven by sheer, solitary courage. He had left, and that was that. He had never thought of turning back.
Of course, he was not thinking of turning back now, either.
As a son, he had failed his parents' expectations. That was a fact, however unreasonable those expectations had been.
As a younger brother, he had robbed his sisters of their lives. That was also a fact, even though he had never wished for it.
Perhaps, given all that, it would have been better never to see each other again. But after thinking it over and over, he felt he owed them some sort of explanation.
Ding Ding had made his decision, but he did not know how to bring it up with Little Bai.
Ever since he had moved into Bai Congming's little courtyard home, the longest they had spent apart was the eight hours Little Bai went to work.
Ding Ding did not even know whether Little Bai would sleep well without him around...
When it was time to get off work, Ding Ding drove over to pick him up.
Bai Congming was no different than usual, just delighted to ride in the car again, so he did not notice Ding Ding's gloomy mood beside him.
He could not get distracted while driving. This was not the best time.
Talking while eating would cause indigestion. Obviously, he could not spoil Little Bai's appetite at a time like this, either.
Washing dishes required concentration...