Old Master Zhang had no idea just how much psychological pressure his actions had placed on his son. His son had never truly understood what it felt like to bear such pressure; all he wanted was to live his own life freely and without interference from anyone. But such a wish was something he could never achieve.
As a father, deep down, all he ever thought about was how to ensure his son's happiness, to let him live the kind of joyful life that everyone dreams of, and to prevent him from enduring hardship after hardship, only to end up gaining nothing in return. He could not accept such a fate. And yet, this fate seemed to have become the inevitable conclusion of his own life. Time and time again, he was unable to escape it or erase it. All he could do was repeatedly let destiny carve him apart at its will. He had manipulated everything within his power, only to ultimately realize that all of it was nothing but fleeting clouds.
