The bamboo shadows sway gracefully, illuminated by the lamp, yet the person across remains unrecognized. Suddenly, thoughts surge within.
Zhang Zhentian understood very well that this time he had upset his own son again, but he also had his dignity as a person. Could he once again forsake his pride to plead with a woman who would never return?
While Zhang Zhentian was confused about what to do, his father, Old Master Zhang, called him. Listening to every word his father said made him realize that everything he had done was insignificant.
