This is my home, I grew up here, and I have the same feelings as them.
Zhang Zhentian knew deep down that the pain he had brought to his son might be something that could never be erased in this lifetime.
As a parent, who wouldn't understand in their heart that their child doesn't know how much pain their choices have caused them? But ultimately, they can only pretend it never happened. If only they could choose to forget, perhaps others might see it all as just a dream.
Why does my life always bring pain to my child? Is it really that difficult to let him live happily under my wings? That's not what I want. All I want is for my family, my relatives, and everyone to be happy. But why does every decision, every action I take, always turn out the opposite of what I imagined? Why can't I ever make my family truly happy?
