Liu Jingcheng, though only in his forties, had aged as if he was in his sixties. The wrinkles under his eyes was a clear indication of countless sleepless nights, which had only further deteriorated his health over time.
Hai chuckled, amused. "You look so weak. Where is the temper in your eyes? Where is that blazing impatience in your demeanor? Come on, you can do better than this."
Liu Jingcheng peered into his son's disdainful and hateful black irises. "Why do you hate me so much?"
"What have you ever done to make me love you in the first place? The only thing I remember about you is your anger. Beyond that, you're just a blur to me."
Hai leaned back on his chair, staring at the white ceiling that looked crimson to him.
"But I don't want to be like that for my child. Just a blurred existence. Now that I'm going to become a father myself, I keep wondering…what kind of a father do I want to be for him or her? Then it came to me step by step."
