We've both fallen into a paranoid black hole, whether you love me or not, I already know.
Old Master Zhang couldn't understand why his own son said he was pushing all the responsibility onto her, was he really that kind of person? He had never thought of treating her like that, after all these were mistakes his own son had made, making it impossible for him to accept again and again. He had thought so many times about what he should do so that his son wouldn't harbor so much hostility toward him, so much prejudice. Only now did he realize that deep down, his son had never truly wanted to come back to this home. Each time he came back, maybe it was only to satisfy a tiny sliver of hope in his heart. Deep down, he himself didn't know what mattered more—maybe it was just that so‑called freedom of his!
