Actually, when he was a child, he admired his father greatly.
He knew from a young age his father's identity, knew his father was not an ordinary person, even a so-called gangster boss.
But little Ah Yan never cared.
Because when his father was with him and his mother, he was just an ordinary loving dad.
He would come home every day to play with him, take him to amusement parks, buy lollipops, let him ride on his shoulders, tell him stories before bed...
All these things, Ah Yan thought he'd long forgotten.
But unexpectedly, they remained so clear in the depths of his memory.
Zhou Dachuan still called out his mother's name in his sleep.
For a moment, Ah Yan only felt a stabbing pain in his heart.
Actually, Ah Yan knew well that, like him, Zhou Dachuan had never walked out of this dream.
Because this dream was something they wove for themselves.
In the end, Ah Yan didn't leave.
Just sat in the room.
The lights in the room were not turned on.
