Gu Junming saw his father's complex expression, a look of mournful distress, and dryly persuaded him to think it through.
"Even a small guard could remain loyal under such difficult circumstances, but what about me? What have I done?" Gu Zishan leaned back on the sofa, his eyes blank, a face full of remorse.
"I was wrong. If I had been able to persist back then, I might not have died. I might not have divorced your mother and wouldn't have ended up like this!"
"Dad, now that things have come to this, don't think about her anymore." Gu Junming hesitated for a moment but still said, "I don't think she needs us to disturb her life. Let's not tell anyone about this. Let's allow her to live quietly through her old age. Although I am also very sad, I still want my mom to be happy and calm."
