On the morning of final exams, the warm soy milk Ethan usually brought him was replaced with a hot canned coffee.

Lucas naturally understood what he meant—don't doze off, write your exam papers properly. But Lucas didn't like coffee; he only liked sweets. Taking the coffee

"This," Lucas said, slapping his report card neither too hard nor too soft onto the coffee table as the family sat on the sofa watching TV and chatting after dinner, "Can I start picking out a model now?"

The two women were half-reclining and gossiping about entertainment news

Just as the breath Lucas subconsciously held reached its absolute limit in his lungs, burning with agonizing discomfort, Ethan's voice sounded as if urging him to quickly breathe it out. The breath he failed to control turned into a long, drawn-out sigh the moment he opened h