Facing the full trust of Xing Jie's mother, Xu Xiangyang kept silent for a moment and then spoke up.
In this mother-daughter confrontation, for the first time, he expressed his own opinion:
"Actually, for the current Xing Jie, it doesn't really matter where she lives."
"...Hmm?"
"Aunt Lin, the present Xing Jie is fully capable of taking care of herself. Please don't look at her the way you used to look at a child."
"Is that so..."
"Yes."
He shook his head vigorously up and down.
"So, when you said you wanted to take Xing Jie back with you, I really wanted to jump out and object right away. But it's not because I'm worried about her. On the contrary..."
Xu Xiangyang revealed a smile.
"—it's because I can't bear to let her go."
He heard the faint sound of a sniffle beside his ear.
It was very light, really very light. But Xu Xiangyang was sure he hadn't misheard.
However, he dared not turn his head to look at her face.