Because I know you love me.
Do I?
Do I really love him?
It was a question that had always haunted Hai ever since Jinhai's birth. Did he love his son? Or did he hate him?
No, he didn't hate him. He could never hate their child. He was Chunhua's son. She gave birth to him. Even if north and south switched places tomorrow, Hai hating him was simply an impossible proposition.
Yet…
Hai's fingers clutching onto his shoulders silently trembled. He pulled him up on his lap and pinched the tip of his nose.
"I am an idiot. I could have made my life much, much easier than this, but I chose hell anyway."
"Because my name is Jinhai?"
Hai stared down. "...What?"
He blinked. "Dad loves me but you don't really call me by my name."
"I do call you."
"Not like Mom or Aunt. You call me 'My cutest son!' or 'My most handsome son!' or just 'You.'"
