Stop Running, Ye! You Know You Were Wrong

When I was nineteen, my mother died, and Ye took me in. He had a bad temper and always smelled of engine oil, but he quietly paid all my tuition. I fell for him. I confessed while drunk, but all I got in return was his icy “Don’t be ridiculous.” Heartbroken, I left and made a name for myself with my talent, taking his child with me. When we met again, he left everything behind and came to find me, looking completely disheveled. Seeing the child whose features resembled his, this arrogant man fell apart on the spot. He knelt in the rain, pounding his chest again and again. “Wanxing, it’s been hurting here... for so long, I’ve been dying inside.” [From dependence to escape | Watch a rough-edged man cross the fires of hell to win her back]