When a person is busy, they don't know where all their suffering truly originates.
Zhang Yichen had never seen his grandfather lose composure like he did today. Maybe the grievances buried deep within his heart for so many years could finally be unleashed today. He could clearly remember how his grandfather often held a photo and silently wept, speaking softly to himself as he held that picture alone. Locked away in his own space, he always appeared so bright and lovable to the outside world, never burdening others with his negative energy. All he wished was for others to be happy and content, but he never considered how much pain he endured in solitude.
Sometimes I wonder, if I had shown my grandfather a little more care, would the outcome have been different? I have witnessed how difficult these years have been for him, how many times he has sacrificed for me, yet what have I given him in return? I couldn't even provide him the basic joy.
