Old Master Zhang truly doesn't know what language to use to describe his son and daughter-in-law. Why is it that, in their eyes, family seems so insignificant and easy to dismiss? Is loving someone really just a trivial matter? Is it that hard to show even a little sincerity?
He feels that over the years he has given so much, too much, and believed that he would end up with such a conclusion in this lifetime. He hoped that every family member could try to understand him. How did she forgive him? Even a little love from her would make him happy, but why, in the end, did he realize that all this was just his imagination? He gets nothing. No matter how much effort he puts in, he means nothing to his family. His son doesn't see him as a father, and every family member just wants to escape from him. Could he really be that terrifying? Reflecting on these years, he has given so much—every hardship everyone should understand.
