I have been through a series of injuries, but in the end, I gained nothing myself.
Who would willingly accept being hurt by others again and again?
Zhang Yichen had never seen his grandfather lose composure like he did today. Perhaps the grievances buried deep in his heart for so many years finally had a chance to be fully vented on this day. No matter what, he could clearly remember that his grandfather often held a photograph and silently shed tears, often holding that photo and muttering to himself. He isolated himself in a private space, always so radiant and lovable outside, without bringing any negative energy to others. He just wanted others to be happy, but he never considered how much pain he endured alone.
