He looked like a helpless child, his whole body collapsing on the bed, crying his heart out.
Tang Shichu stared at him for quite a while, before reaching out to place a hand on his short, messy hair, comforting him, "Some things, you only understand how difficult they are after you've experienced them."
"Although I really disagree with your divorce, now that you're already separated, what else can I say? Since it's over, try to move on."
If they weren't divorced yet, and were just arguing, Tang Shichu could have given him some good advice.
But since the divorce already happened, what more could he say?
There's only helplessness left.
Tang Wanjun lifted his head, his eyes filled with tears as he stared at Tang Shichu, asking hoarsely, "Do you think the child will hate me when he grows up?"
"..."
Tang Shichu got up and walked away, sighing with his back to him, "That depends on how his mother educates him."
