If everything went smoothly next year, Song Ci should be able to win an award. It would mean she had a firm foothold in the industry and could reduce her productions appropriately to only two shows a year.
Song Yujin blinked and said softly, "You're not just a mother. You should be able to consider yourself too and do what you want to do, not just take care and accompany me." Although children were young and inexperienced, they had their own thoughts. There were people they liked and disliked. As an adult, Song Ci must be the same too. She was his mother, but she was also Song Ci.
"You can do what you like. Not every child needs someone to accompany them every day. Just like how not every child likes to make friends. You said before that it's okay I'm like this. Well, that applies to you too." Song Yujin's voice was soft, his eyes gentle, and his tone unconsciously carried trust and love.
