He seemed to have found a new source of amusement.
After that, every time we met, he would observe me for a few seconds.
Then he'd say, "You're in a good mood today?"
Or, "Who pissed you off?"
I felt both exasperated and amused.
I couldn't help but ask, "How on earth can you tell?"
He put his hands behind his head.
"I have a younger brother. You two are... similar in some ways. You both like to hide your emotions."
At the mention of family, I fell silent.
"Aren't your folks worried about you being here?"
He shook his head indifferently.
"We've cut ties."
"Why??"
I was somewhat shocked.
"Because I refused to listen to them."
"Their need for control was terrifying. Since I was little, they forced me to do this and that. If I dared to talk back, I'd get a beating."
"I listened to them and studied medicine, got into a hospital, but they still weren't satisfied. They pushed me to keep climbing the ladder, to stand out and bring them honor."