I have never spent a perfect holiday, I only know that my life is filled with suffering, and every step I take feels like walking on thin ice, yet I still move forward, never giving up on any hope.
I always believe that as long as I can persist, no matter what lies ahead, even if the road ahead makes me wish for oblivion, I don't want to give up easily.
Zhang Zhentian never imagined that one day his grandson would have such deep prejudice against him. What exactly did he do wrong?
Deep down, he increasingly cannot fathom how his family perceives him. Time and again, no matter what he does, he never gets a good result. No matter how many mistakes he has made in this lifetime, he truly considers them family in his heart. Why is it that in his father's eyes, he is not seen as a son, in his son's eyes, he's not seen as a father, and in his grandson's eyes, he's not seen as a grandfather? Has he truly lived his life so unsuccessfully?
