Qi Jianyi pressed her fingers against her throbbing forehead, massaging the tension that had been steadily building as she stared at her parents seated across from her.
Both Mother Qi and Father Qi wore matching expressions of concern and curiosity, their eyes filled with silent questions they hadn't yet voiced. But Qi Jianyi didn't need to hear the words to know exactly what they intended to say.
Before either of them could open their mouths, she lifted her hand, palm facing out, effectively cutting them off.
"Mom, we've already talked about this," she said, her voice laced with weariness. "I have no intention of returning to that world. Can we please just stop bringing this up?"
Her tone was heavy, and the fatigue in her eyes made it clear how draining this conversation had become. The issue of returning to Song Chengfeng's world had been a constant, recurring point of contention that refused to fade with time.
