There is a kind of love called letting go. There is a kind of pain called concealment. There is a heartbreaking thing called thinking about him. There is a kind of hard work that is called life and death. There is a kind of letting go, called Bai Zichen. There is a kind of inseparability called Su Tianluo.
If you hold your hand, you will grow old together with your son. If the son escapes my hand, I will wait until he grows old.