Xia Jing knows that whatever he says or does now will be of no use. Perhaps what his son needs most right now is someone who can silently comfort him without asking about what happened—a person like that. But he's not that person, because he can't do it wholeheartedly. Whenever he sits by his side, he can't help but want to care about everything about him, including his nerves. I can't bear such a life. Maybe you would gladly, or maybe you'd pretend to be enthusiastic, but I really can't pretend to enjoy my meal.