Some things cannot be seen through, and some things, I have no way to truly understand.
A gust of wind is like a dream; loving him is just something unpredictable in life. We do not understand what has bewitched our hearts for each other, only remembering that our coldness has been submerged in the night.
Old Master Zhang stood outside the door, listening to the conversation between his son and daughter-in-law. He had been listening for so long, yet he didn't hear any truth.
He always thought his son was a person with high emotional intelligence, but he found that his son was actually this foolish. Is this the way a woman should be treated? If so, why do other women avoid him time and again?
He couldn't hold back anymore; he really had to stand up. He pushed open the door and stood in his son's bedroom, wanting to lecture his son and daughter-in-law properly.
