I am genuinely moved by your sincerity, yet you know how difficult my life is now, and I don't know what kind of life I should face.
I have gone through a series of wounds, but ultimately I have achieved nothing myself.
Who would willingly accept harm from others step by step.
Zhang Yichen had never seen his grandfather lose his composure like today; perhaps the grievances buried deep inside for so many years could finally vent out today. He clearly remembers how his grandfather often held a photo, shedding silent tears. He would often hold that photo alone, whispering to himself. He confined himself to an isolated space, always so cheerful and lovely on the outside, never bringing his negativity to others, always wanting others to feel happy and blessed. But privately, how much pain he endured alone, Yichen had never considered.
