The early part of the night was restless and melancholic. After venting in the gym, sweating profusely for the latter half, it took him the whole evening to comprehend what the little woman had easily thought of. Chi Jingxuan felt that he was truly foolish.
Hearing Chi Jingxuan say this, Qin Yuji chuckled and linked her arm with his, "The player is lost in the game, while the spectator sees it clear. After all, it involves the passing of Mom, a matter of great significance. Anyone in your place would struggle to stay composed, so don't overthink it."
"Mhm."
Responding softly, Chi Jingxuan walked slowly and casually asked Qin Yuji, "Can you remember what happened when you were six? What were you doing then?"
"Six years old..."
