Figure Skating: Waltz on Ice

Do you know how many children who attempt suicide are admitted to hospitals every year?

"I don't have such high expectations as you. I just want him to be alive and happy."

"Xiao Jing is an adult now and doesn't need a guardian like you who only cares about appearances and suffers in silence anymore. I'm just here to let you know that Xiao Jing will be living with me from now on!"

Mei Han said sternly, "You're being too kind. Have you thought about how much more painful it would be if they broke up because of external factors? Don't you understand that it's better to have a short pain than a long one? It's not too late to stop it now."

“Then I’m telling you it’s too late! Five years ago, I discovered that Mei Jing had fallen for a boy. I tried to save him and stop him, teaching him how to pursue girls, making him write love letters to girls, and encouraging him to try dating girls, but he didn’t want to.”

Lan Xin recalled what Mei Jing had told him and said painfully, "I couldn't understand it back then, just like you, so I couldn't help but ask him why he would fall for a guy. He told me it was because the person he liked would stay by his side to comfort him when he lost a competition, trying to make him laugh; would take care of him when he was injured, washing his hair and feet and bringing him food after a day of training; would stay up all night to apply hot compresses to his legs when he had growing pains, buy him calcium tablets and make sure he took them on time; would knock on doors everywhere to find someone to take him to the hospital when he had a fever in the middle of the night and couldn't walk, accompany him while he got injections, and constantly monitor whether his temperature had come down..."

“We weren’t there all this time; we were all busy. Nobody cared whether he was doing well or not, leaving him to live and train alone in Kyoto, so far away. It was that little boy named Du Liangchen who took care of him. You say it’s better to have a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one? Do you think that’s possible?”

A deathly silence fell over the living room, and a sad and eerie atmosphere enveloped the three people.

After a long silence, Mei Han sighed, as if she had made some decision she didn't want to face, and looked at Mei Jing, "Does he like you too?"

Hearing her father's tone soften, Mei Jing paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "He refused at first, but I still managed to win him over in the end."

"In that case, have you thought about your future? You have no future."

“Dad, I don’t want to lose him. He had an accident abroad a while ago, and ever since then I’ve known I can’t live without him. No matter what obstacles we face, we will face them together in the future.”

"Naive, let me ask you, between your future and him, which would you choose?"

"Of course, we choose him!"

"Then let me ask you again, which would you choose: him or his future?"

"...I can't choose."

"I've learned about that child recently; he's excellent in every way. He comes from a scholarly family, an artistic family, and has expertise in various fields. Do you think they'll let you two be together?"

"Dad, I know how good Xiaochen is. It's precisely because he's so good that I can't take my eyes off him. I also know what you're worried about. Your son has already reached an agreement with his father. Two years. I will use two years to prove that I'm serious about him. So, can you please not object to my liking for him?" Mei Jing puffed out her chest proudly and aggrievedly, looking like she was putting on a very strong front.

Mei Han's deep eyes flashed slightly, and he was worthy of being a cultured person with a two-year deadline. This approach was indeed more effective than beating people as soon as he came up.