"Have you considered my feelings?" Cheng Yue looked down at his father, whose temples had turned gray. "What's wrong with Yan Huan? She's a woman of genuine character! I just like her straightforwardness!"
"She's older than you!"
"So what in the future?" If there is true love, what does being a few years older matter?
"Kid, let me just tell you straight. Yan Huan's strange illness will eventually become your burden and your load! You can blame me for being an unkind mother. But it's because I care about my son, and there's nothing wrong with that, right?"
"I knew about her illness from the start. I am powerless against her illness. The only thing I can do is stay in Nancheng. Wherever she is, that's where I'll be. I don't care about her illness, if she lives, I'll live with her. If she dies..."
"What will you do if she dies?" Cheng Nanfang stared intently at Cheng Yue's face, his hands trembling, ready to slap his son's face at any moment.
