"I haven't been back for half a year, and suddenly bringing you back is already a surprise for them. How could we possibly spend the night outside?"
"If your parents are like this, I definitely can't stay overnight at your place," Windsor Myres pouted and looked at him. "Why are you doing this? This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, then what do you suggest? You can't possibly let me stay outside alone, can you? That's not how you host someone. When I used to visit others..."
Windsor Myres looked at his expression, and her words suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
Camden River said blandly, "Let's talk after dinner."
He certainly understood what Windsor meant, but, up to this point, he couldn't accommodate her like he did at school.
The eyes of his parents were invisible shackles, and he felt a lot of pressure.
Especially—
He was an only child, always making his parents proud from childhood to adulthood.
