For more than two months, she had always visited Asheng alone, knowing full well that he didn't avoid their son out of unwillingness, but rather due to his own guilt and inability to get past that hurdle.
"Veya, you know, my worry is far beyond that," Jiang Hai sighed, the furrows on his brow deepening.
Although he hadn't gone to the island to see him, he had some understanding of his condition.
Over two months had passed, yet he hadn't let go, perhaps because he was unwilling to abandon his decision.
He knew his own son well enough; on the surface he seemed gentle, but in reality, he was quite stubborn.
Veya's smile faded, her expression turning complex, "Ahai, are we really doing the right thing?"
Jiang Hai replied calmly, "We're doing this for his own good."
"But every time I've visited him, I've never seen Asheng genuinely smile. He's no longer as happy as he used to be," Veya spoke slowly, her nose tingling with emotion.
