Sitting on the sofa, Pei Jingchuan's gaze seemed to pierce through space, projecting onto the distant past.
His voice was low and calm, yet carried the faintest of tremors.
"Ever since I can remember, my parents were always busy, hardly having any time to take care of me. I mostly grew up with my nanny and grandmother," spoke Pei Jingchuan, his words filled with a muted sorrow.
Jiang Yuzhu listened silently, her heart touched by Pei Jingchuan's story. She could feel the deep loneliness within him.
"They were always bustling about outside, rarely coming home. Even on the rare occasions they did, we didn't communicate much," Pei Jingchuan sighed slightly as if recounting a tale from long ago.
Jiang Yuzhu clasped Pei Jingchuan's hand tighter, trying to offer him more comfort. "Jingchuan, how do you feel about their returning to the country?"