At the restaurant, the two ate in silence.
Mo Aini could feel the amount of strain that Hu Dongtian was under. He terribly wants to scream, shout, and retaliate against his father earlier. He may have wanted to after they left the hospital. Yet he kept quiet.
He always kept quiet, and Mo Aini knows this may be the case for his whole life.
Even though he was angry. Even though he was sad. Even though he was breaking apart at the seams and badly need help.... he did not dare speak a word.
He resigned to his fate with his mouth shut.
And Mo Aini hates it. He was almost the same thing back then. When he was still in the real world, taking taunt after taunt from his family. He would just pull away, pretend to be deaf, find some place to sulk, and drown himself in alcohol.