"Han Jing," the older man shook his son's shoulder and watched the light return to the younger man's face. "Are you okay?"
"Haah… I thought I was going to die."
His father scowled. "Even if you push me away from that incoming vehicle, you could easily move yourself back. I don't understand why you assumed that you'd have to get run over in exchange."
"Well, some things are almost cliche at this point."
"If you can still blabber about things I don't actually try to understand and comprehend, then it means that you can still get back home in one piece."
Han Jing gave a shaken grin but nodded. "Yeah, sure. Jinjing's probably starving and rabid at this point with hunger."
Contrary to what he assumed was about to happen, Han Jing survived the ordeal and went back to the old apartment and spent lunch with his family.
