Qin Zhigu and Kong Jie didn't notice Qin Weijian's expression. An arm of Qin Weijian was resting on his son's shoulder, and so Qin Zhigu thought his father was comforting him. He spoke softly, "Dad, you don't need to worry about me."
Five years had gone by, and in the depths of his heart, she was still there. He would still space out, worry, and feel mental strain because of her. But, after all, love wasn't everything in life.
Moreover, it was a love that had gone, that couldn't be chased anymore.
He had his career and his parents. Even if he couldn't forget her, he wouldn't be foolish enough to let his parents worry for him continually.
When he looked back, he saw a bit of a fearful look in his father's eyes, and he frowned, "Dad, what's wrong?"
As soon as he shouted, Kong Jie also looked back. Qin Weijian quickly reacted and laughed, "I must be seeing things; something just blew into my eye, it's nothing."
