Watching Ye Qiu leave resolutely, Fang Bingwen felt a stabbing pain in his heart.
She still refuses to believe in me; she still hasn't forgiven me!
Of course, Fang Bingwen chuckled bitterly to himself; he had done so many things to wrong her, how could she possibly forgive him? Who could let themselves not know how to cherish? No wonder those people called him an idiot, saying he was ungrateful.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Fang Xu bowed his head in apology, "I didn't manage to persuade Aunt Ye."
"It's not your fault." Fang Bingwen reached for his son's shoulder, realizing suddenly how tall he had grown, almost reaching his own shoulder.
Thinking back on his life, he didn't keep his first wife, betrayed his second wife, even failed to educate his son properly. Once classmates and colleagues said he was smart, but now besides having an associate professor title and earning a meager salary, he had achieved nothing else.
