The frequent sorrow creeps into my heart, and the calm dream of grace ultimately withers. The dream of the ends of the earth and the wind plays all the autumn waters. All the flowers wither, tears of a thousand years in Oxford, powerless against fate.
Xiao Wei and the others do not yet know about their sister’s ordeal. He thinks he should be living happily now, but how could he have imagined that, in this brief period, his sister has suffered one misfortune after another, leaving her now mad and confused, unable to distinguish right from wrong, with even eating becoming a major challenge. If he knew, he would surely be deeply pained, for she is the sister who was his companion through so many years.
He always wanted to return ho to be with his sister, to see how she was doing now, but he was always held back by his wife’s needs. He could not bear to disappoint his wife, knowing her expectations of him.
In the past, he didn’t care and lived as he pleased, but now he cannot do that because he has a family, responsibilities he must take on. He should change for his family. Acting as recklessly as before, doing whatever he wanted, would only distance his loved ones. What he desires is for his family to always stay by his side. This is perhaps the most treasured wish for everyone who has started a family!
"You co to tell now that it’s my negligence that led to mother being this way? Even if it really was sothing, can’t I leave for a mont? I admit my carelessness in this matter. I never thought mother would beco like this so suddenly. Isn’t this a kind of pain for too? I never imagined needing to guard him this way constantly. If he were lucid, he’d see it as a great agony. He’s never endured such suffering, and now he must silently bear it all alone, brought upon him by all of us.
Do you have your own things to deal with? I know you care about your career and this family. Does it an I don’t care? She is my biological mother. No matter where or when, I want her to be healthier than anyone else. I hope more than anyone that she is safe and sound. But so things are beyond my control. The outcos of my actions only repeatedly bring unbearable pain, without anyone considering my inner thoughts. Why do I keep giving and giving? You haven’t even told your uncle about all this—are you afraid he will co back to hold you responsible?
If sister knew, because of mother, you’ve chosen to drive grandma out of the house, do you think your uncle would agree? Would he continue to trust you deep down?
You actually know better than anyone how much you need your uncle’s trust. He holds great power in his hands. Even though he left the underworld years ago, he still has connections, a vast network. You are afraid to offend him repeatedly, unwilling to forcibly drive your mother out of the house, considering him, yet now you wish to bla everything on . I am not silly enough to take all the bla for you.
As for my grandmother here, I think you should communicate well with them. No matter their purpose for returning to this ho, since they chose to co back, they should stay here tranquilly, not causing any unnecessary trouble. For anyone, bringing harm only spells bad with no good, and realizing regret too late—no one will tolerate his every mistake. Everyone has their own things to do. He should bear the weight for his actions.
Even if I’m not sure if my mother being the way she is now has anything to do with him, even if it’s not a direct cause, indirectly it is. If not for their return, how could mother have been neglected? How has my mother treated you over the years? Is your inner self really unaware? You’ve betrayed my mother’s trust in you, placing her in the most awkward of positions, leaving her without any ans to relate to you, leading to her increasing withdrawal."
"Even if you claim all these so-called problems stem solely from , shouldn’t you reflect—does your inner self truly have no issues? She’s your mother, rely my wife. Do I not have my own job and responsibilities? I should take care, understand, and accompany her, not neglect her. But you, you are her son, the child she bore after ten months of hardship, and even you, as her offspring, cannot stay by her side every day, so how do you expect to?
Do you not need to eat? Does your grandfather not deserve to co ho to enjoy so comfort once in a while? Does great-grandfather not hope for us all to succeed in our careers and flourish? Everyone has different expectations. Like my hope for you, just to be happy, even if you accomplish nothing, I would still be pleased, would still care for you. I am willing to provide you with all the wealth needed for a worry-free life. Would you accept this?
Perhaps you wouldn’t, because such a life would be like that of a puppet, scorned as a failure. You wouldn’t want to live like that. So why should I endure once more the pain I have already faced, be scorned and mocked daily? Am I useless, abandoned by my parents?
We should consider each other’s positions, don’t you think? If you truly find this distressing, we could take turns. When one is on duty with your mother, they must not leave, no matter the circumstance, not even if the sky falls, staying by her side. If you can be so steadfast, I’ll accept your view without complaint and stay with her. Surely it can’t be just watching while you handle your matters. Should my company and its many employees not need to eat? Must my company not operate? The notion that money rains from the sky is absurd, isn’t it?"
The path of love is long, and in it, I am solely intoxicated!
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