"I don't want to attend that fan meeting! I don't want to join the Marvel exhibition! I don't want to participate in the film's promotion! The film is a product of the Hollywood assembly line. My presence won't affect anything. I just want to go home!"
"I have read your email, Qin Guan, but you need to stay in America until you finish your job! My expected date of delivery is around next February. You are of no help at home right now. Plus, we call each other every day. There is no difference. Okay, I'm busy. I have to go now. Bye!" Qin Guan felt like he had been abandoned in a foreign country. He could only fall asleep by holding Cong Nianwei's photos in his arms. As a father-to-be, he was obsessed with his wife and new baby. Even the bustling American downtown couldn't fill the void in his heart.
