We clearly know what we desire deep inside, but sometimes the jokes we make become a source of pain in each other's hearts.
Indeed, what does success and fame matter if you're not here to share a beautiful evening with me? This night feels like a play, and I'm left alone with the regrets in my heart flowing like the spring breeze.
Zhang Yichen had never seen his grandfather lose his composure like today. Perhaps the grievances hidden deep in his heart for so many years could finally be released all at once. He remembers clearly how his grandfather would often hold a photo in his hands, silently weeping. When alone, his grandfather would whisper to the photo, secluded in a private space. Outside, he always appeared so brilliant, so lovable, never burdening others with his negative energy. He only wished others could be happy, yet never considered his own suffering.
