Something like this happening now...
Li Changqing could understand Li Hengsheng's feelings.
After all, he was just a teenager.
His life was as blank as a sheet of paper, barely touched by the pen of experience.
During the Ghostly Realm trial, Li Hengsheng carried Lu Shiran, a spear on his back, through countless Ghost Race, bloodied yet tearless.
But now his son was sobbing.
Although they say men don't cry easily, it's only when they haven't reached the point of heartbreak.
"Dad knows you're tired." Li Changqing didn't offer much comfort, he just moved a little closer, then smiled lightly and said, "In life, you will encounter many things, things that you cannot choose. When you encounter them, just accept them calmly, and gradually let them go. Compared to many, you still have choices."
"If you're really tired and don't want to adventure anymore, come home. Dad has said it before, I can take care of you."
Li Changqing gently patted Li Hengsheng's back.
