In the room, Li Qingming pressed his ear against the door and heard the conversation between the two mothers, which eased his mind.
He detested partings and tearful embraces; the fewer emotional entanglements, the better.
The relationship as a beneficiary of an insurance policy couldn't be more perfect; even if he were to die, it wouldn't be too hard on them.
Thereupon, Li Qingming went over to the ornamental fish tank and reached out to stroke Miao Miao, who was hidden in the bushes.
Miao Miao was a clean little girl who, having eaten her fill of mealworms, was now using her tiny mouth-parts to groom the fur on her forelegs, utterly indifferent to Li Qingming.
Yes, that's how it should be. If there must be affection, let it be one-sided.
In Miao Miao's world, I am nothing more than a large, benign creature that appears regularly; even if one day I stop coming, she would not be heartbroken.
