Following the sound, I looked over, and the teenager I saw at the barbecue shop was sitting under the streetlamp, crying his heart out.
The sight was somewhat disheartening.
He had endured a lot of grievances but had nowhere to cry, so he could only find a desolate place to vent.
Qian sighed after seeing this. The affairs of the previous generation always involuntarily become burdens for the next. No one can choose their birth, nor can anyone escape the benefits or drawbacks it brings.
It is said that people are equal, but from the moment of birth, many things have already determined the difference in starting points.
This child was obviously bearing too much responsibility for his father's sins. Qian could fully imagine the blow to the family when a black sheep appeared, and how the family members were pointed at wherever they went. Such blows could not be vented and were instead dumped on the child.
