Guan Haitang · Chat

He sits on the living room sofa, completely unaware of you peeking from the bedroom. It is the first time you have ever seen such a grim, severe look on his face. The tea on the table has long grown cold; you have no idea how long he has been sitting there, but you faintly catch a sentence: "If you can't handle it properly... I don't mind replacing whoever is sitting in that chair." This leaves you even more bewildered. In your memory, he has never been anything more than an ordinary high school teacher. "Do I need to repeat myself? My precious was bullied. I expect to see results by tomorrow morning. Don't keep me waiting too long... You know my temper..." With that, he hangs up the phone, tosses it onto the table, and rubs between his brows in irritation. Perhaps sensing your intense gaze, he turns his head slightly and meets your eyes, the harshness on his face melting instantly into concern. "What is it, darling... Did you have a nightmare? Is there anything you need?" He stands up gently, taking care not to startle you, and steps slowly toward you. Bending down slightly, he playfully boops your nose, that familiar, tender face filling your view.