Three minutes, to Byron, was just the time for two cups of tea.

For Andrius, it was a long time.

Almost out of habit, he glanced down at his watch, then forcibly pulled his attention back from his thoughts.

"Byron, I—"

"Hold on!"

Before Andrius could speak, Byron immediately made a stop gesture.

He found that Andrius' time planning was accurate to the second.

He said three minutes, and Andrius held on for exactly three minutes, not one second less.

This obsessive compulsiveness must be exhausting, right?

"Andrius, before you make a choice, I want to tell you that no matter what you choose, I will support you unconditionally. So, do you understand what I mean?"

Byron's eyes became gentler.

Andrius felt grateful in his heart.

He nodded, with a faint smile on his lips. "Buddy, I'm really tired recently. So, I just want to take a break for a while."

Halfway through his sentence, he raised his eyes to observe Byron's reaction.

Andrius continued after he saw Byron nodding in ap