He grasped Senior Master Muu's hand, resting his face on his arm, wailing in sorrow: "Dad, please wake up! I beg you, wake up! I was wrong... I know I was wrong… I shouldn't have gone abroad, I should have stayed with you and Mom, Dad, I beg you, don't let anything happen to you, open your eyes and look at me... I won't go anywhere in the future, I'll stay with you, Dad..."
Today, he finally understood the pain of wanting to care for one's parents but finding it too late.
It hurt, so much.
The pain was like a heart being stabbed repeatedly with countless sharp knives, a pain worse than death.
What repeatedly flashed in his mind were memories of his parents' past care and kindness towards him.
A father's love, a mother's embrace, a father's approving smile, a mother's delicious dishes.
Muu Qingwan was right to scold him.
His parents raising him, might as well have raised a dog.
A dog, from the day it's raised, will always stay by its master's side.
