"So, is it okay for a grown man to cry?" Xia Fanxing asked with a furrowed brow, "I always remember when I was a kid, if I cried, my dad would say, 'If you cry again, I'll really hit you! I'm warning you!' 'Xia Fanxing, why are you so useless?' So every time I wanted to cry, I had to hold it in."
"That was when you were a child. Your dad used to handle the situation that way, but it only happened in your childhood. Look, you just cried for so long, did anyone scold you? Did anyone blame you? Your dad has passed away, so now you have the choice. For the present, you can choose to respect your feelings, or choose to live in the shadow of the past."
"That sounds a bit difficult." Xia Fanxing fidgeted on the chair.
"Yes, but you must make a choice, because it will have a profound and significant impact on your future life."
Xia Fanxing was taken aback by the seriousness and earnestness on Teacher Ning's face.
His mind, however, quickly started to churn.
