"Child, of course, your grandparents believe you are an honest child. I believe that everything you do has its own reasoning and cause. I would never doubt you.
All these years, everything you've been through, how could we not know? Yet we still had no way to stand by your side to protect you. When you were bullied, we could only watch from afar, watching you solve every problem with your own effort and wisdom. When you repeatedly resolved these problems, deep down, we were crazily proud. Having such a genius child in our family, in our lineage, how could we not be happy? You are very much like your father, living to prove yourself to others. But do you both really live happily like this? When you make such decisions time and again, is there truly not a single ounce of regret or reluctance?
