Hou Wendong's glance towards Feng Mu inadvertently carried a trace of barely detectable pity.
But he didn't voice it, instead subtly shifted the topic:
"So... do you still harbor resentment towards your father in your heart?"
Feng Mu habitually raised his hand and pushed the frame on his nose with his knuckle, making him appear even more refined and invitingly approachable.
He sincerely said:
"Resentment... I used to have it. But over time, it faded away.
For small, insignificant people like us, just struggling to live has already exhausted all our strength. How could we have any energy left to resent anyone for long?"
He paused, his tone devoid of any waves, possessing a kind of serenity that comes from seeing through the world.
"Besides, lately, I have gradually started to understand him. Understand how much reality has worn away at him, understand his eyes only measure 'value'.
Though we are still not close, thinking carefully, he did give me something after all.
