My father taught me: no violence.
Because my father didn't want me to follow the same path as him.
My father's words have always been my life motto.
In the past nineteen years, no matter what kind of insults I suffered, I just regarded them as passing clouds and let them drift by in front of my eyes.
Until the day my father died on the street, my life's motto also died.
Next, I will walk the road my father has not finished, and I will do the things he has not finished yet.
