"Every time I try to educate our son, you act like this. Mark my words, if this keeps up, he'll be ruined sooner or later."
As his parents' scolding faded into the distance, Xue Shan lay on the bed in frustration, pulling the blanket over his head. Right now, he didn't want to listen to anyone. He was even less inclined to go out and meet people, especially after seeing Xue Yang. What did it matter to him if others were successful?
On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the house was peaceful. Everything had been washed, cleaned, and bought.
Xue Yang would occasionally come out to the courtyard to bask in the sun, living a life of rare comfort. It had been a long time since he had felt so at ease at home. As far as he could remember, life there had revolved entirely around his studies. To avoid disturbing him, his parents would stay out of the house as much as possible, since they both spoke loudly and worried they would disrupt him if they were around.
