Zhang Zhentian knew very well in his heart that the pain he caused his son might be a mark on his heart that would never fade in this lifetime.
As a parent, whose heart would not understand that their child, unaware of those choices that had been made, would endure great suffering? In the end, all one can do is pretend it never happened, to choose to forget, so that maybe others can also treat it all as just a dream.
Why has my entire life inflicted such pain on my child? Is it really so hard to let him live happily under my wings? What I truly want isn't this. What I want is simply for my family, my loved ones, to live joyfully and happily, yet why does every decision I make, every action I take, ultimately turn against what I imagined? Why can I never make my family truly happy?
