Zhai Yaohui sensed that the atmosphere had changed, and he could feel his mom's guilt toward Miao Jing as well as Miao Jing's distance from their family.
It was as though they had returned to the past when Miao Jing had first come to the family and didn't know them at all.
But it had already been a year. How could Miao Jing still have such a distant relationship with his family?
Zhai Yaohui wondered if something had happened.
But Zhai Yaohui was in no hurry to satiate his curiosity for fear that he would complicate the situation even further because of how sensitive Miao Jing was. "I just entered the military and there are too many things I have to learn. That was why I was busy. Don't worry. I'll take it slow."
Zhai Yaohui knew that time waited for no man.
If he didn't work hard in the military, he would quickly lag behind.
Zhai Yaohui didn't have many memories of his father and only knew of his father's existence.
