We clearly know what we think deep inside, but sometimes the jokes we make become thorns in each other's hearts.
In fact, what does it matter if we're successful and famous, if you're not there, who will share a pleasant evening with me, tonight is like a play, and I can only let the spring breeze carry away the regrets in my heart.
Zhang Yichen had never seen his grandfather lose composure like today. Perhaps the grievances buried in his heart for so many years could finally be vented today. He could clearly remember how his grandfather often held a photograph, silently shedding tears, talking to himself quietly, locking himself in a solitary space. Outside, he was always so cheerful and adorable, never bringing his negative energy to anyone. He only wanted others to be happy and content, yet no one, including himself, considered how much pain he endured in solitude.
