Over all these years living with Grandpa, I’ve never once wanted to make him shed a single tear, because I know he truly and wholeheartedly loves . He’s willing to give up everything for , everyone can give up everything for . But why can’t the two of you? Why are people like you always so selfish in everything you do? Why can’t you ever consider my feelings, even just a little? I’m your son, your family, your one and only child in this lifeti. Am I not your pride, your joy? Shouldn’t you feel proud of what I’ve achieved? I have to admit, all my accomplishnts are thanks to you—if you hadn’t cruelly abandoned , how would I have ended up like this? If it weren’t for you, how could I have endured hellish training again and again without shedding a tear? If it weren’t for you, why is it that after enduring everyone’s scornful ridicule, I can still smile through it all? Because I’m forcing myself to be happy. Because I want everyone to see that no matter how bitter or exhausted my life gets, I can always face the future with a smile. My future is mine to control. I will never rely on anyone else, because I understand that relying on others will never truly lead to resolve—it only makes life unbearably exhausting. Even if I place all my hopes in soone else, will they really give hope? Or will they stab in the back, drag down into hell, and leave unable to rise again? I can only remind myself, and make everyone believe, that human nature should never be traded for human nature. Because human nature never reciprocates—it’s the simplest truth. I’ve tried trading sincerity for other people’s sincerity many tis, but what was the outco? Ti after ti, I was hurt. What did I gain? Nothing. I’ve gained absolutely nothing. Now, I don’t even know how to move forward anymore, how to make everything less painful, less miserable. What I want isn’t much, just these simple few things. But in everyone’s eyes, I haven’t gotten anything at all. Because in your eyes, everything you see is completely different from what I see. We don’t share the sa perspective. You are my parents. I truly hope you can think things over carefully, and stop doing anything that hurts anyone in this family. It serves no purpose to you, and it brings no benefit.
If I ever find out again that you’ve hurt Grandpa, or caused anyone in this family pain and grief, then I’m sorry—I will absolutely kick you out of this house. I cannot tolerate the idea of my own parents coming back here to act recklessly and tyrannically. Returning to this house should be for comforting and protecting each other, for the sake of everyone in the family—not the opposite. I can’t accept that, I can’t live with an outco like that. You know it too: I’m a proud person. I simply can’t bring myself to cast aside my pride ti and again to forgive everything. Yet, when I’ve humbled myself and lowered my dignity to give you another chance, then please treasure it properly. Otherwise, the bond between us in this lifeti will truly never allow you to return to this family again. If every ti you co back, all you do is bring harm to the family, I think the best ending would be you not returning at all. If your return only brings pain to the people at ho, then why should I choose to let you be happy? Why should I allow my family to suffer with you? Have you ever given love, care? On the contrary, the one who’s accompanied the most is Grandpa. How could I, for my own selfish desires, abandon my family and disregard the reason for Grandpa’s joy and contentnt? How could I possibly do sothing like that? How could I let all of this beco so heartbreaking, so painful, so excruciating?"
At this mont, Zhang Zhentian truly doesn’t know how to explain himself to his son anymore. No matter how he tries to explain, in his son’s eyes, he will always be the villain, always soone who arbitrarily cos back to hurt him. But Zhentian never, never thought of it that way. What he truly wants is just sothing simple—all he ever wanted was for everyone in the family to be happy, to find joy.
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