Han Jian Yu went silent at her words, ''It is not what you are thinking. I am not doing this because I think she won't be able to handle it. I only don't want her to know...'' He paused.
Mia's gaze flashed and she lowered her head, ''Drop these thoughts for now,'' She patted his shoulder before letting go of his hand.
And he immediately felt the emptiness. He glanced at his palm before looking at her face.
Her solemn expression had long disappeared and she was back to her happy and playful self.
''Since you chose truth back in the game, won't you tell me about your childhood?"
Han Jian Yu paused. A distant memory played in his mind.
...
''Stretch your hands out,'' A middle-aged man snarled as he looked at the boy in front of him.
The 9-year old Han Jian Yu tilted his head. He hesitated, ''Father, I...''
''Hands,'' The man sternly said, the scar beneath his right eye looked especially vicious in the glow of the fire crackling in the fireplace.
