In private, he was constantly showing his need for Xuan Jiayi. For such a grown man, he was incredibly clingy.
"I just don't get it," he said. "Look at my mom—she has everything she could ever want. Why is she so worried Dad will stop loving her?"
"The whole world can see how much my dad loves her, but she's the only one who can't."
"It's just like us. How can you be so oblivious to my love for you? What do I have to do to make you feel more confident?"
Sibao suddenly said seriously, "Should I disfigure myself?"
Xuan Jiayi knew he was joking, but she was still startled. "You, you shouldn't... I actually..."
"Go on," Sibao said, sitting cross-legged and looking at her seriously. "I'm listening."
They bickered and made up, then bickered and made up again. The problem was always there, accumulating, because they never truly faced it, let alone had a serious talk about it.
Since things had come to this, they might as well take the opportunity to clear the air.
