It was finally time for Han Jing to do something that he should have done from the start—but once he stepped back into his apartment unit, he got distracted. He was greeted with the sight of his mother and sister. The two of them were together, there was food on the table and he was home. He bit back a sigh and managed a smile, "I'm back."
"Where did you head to, Jing?" His mother asked. Her brows scrunched up together, she was giving him a look. "It's a little late now."
Her tone said something else, but he'd ignore that.
He scratched the back of his head, "I uh, tutored someone across the other block or so." Well, he couldn't escape the fact that he was still living with his family. He wasn't the orphaned hero who lost both of his parents and was free to do whatever he wished—he washed his hands and joined his family at the dinner table.