I have gone through a series of hurts, but in the end, I got nothing for myself.
Who would willingly accept other's harm, step by step?
Zhang Yichen had never seen his grandfather lose his composure like today. Perhaps the grievances buried deep in his heart for so many years could finally be unleashed on this day. He could clearly remember how his grandfather often held a photo and silently wept, speaking to himself in solitude. He locked himself in a separate space, and outwardly, he was always so radiant and lovable, never bringing his negative energy to anyone. He just wanted others to be happy and fulfilled. Little did he consider how much pain his grandfather endured alone.
Sometimes I wonder if a bit of concern for my grandfather would have changed the outcome. I have seen firsthand how hard life has been for him these past years, time and again. He has sacrificed so much for me, yet what have I given in return? Not even the most basic happiness could I offer him.
