I used to never think about how difficult happiness can be. Now it seems that so-called happiness is a constant struggle with fate. Happiness is about making decisions that one would rather not make again and again. How much I wish that joy could stay forever. But will it truly stay by my side?
"Since you've brought things to this point today, let me tell you why your son refuses to forgive you. Do you know why your own father repeatedly insists on keeping you out? Do you know why your wife left you, never to be with you again?" Ran Zhihan was nearly driven mad with anger. He was now speaking without thinking. He didn't want to hold back anymore; he only wanted to express his true feelings, because that's the only way his heart could feel relieved. Why harm the feelings that should exist for people who don't care about you? Shouldn't one live for themselves at least once?
"Why?"
