It may not be worthy of your corolla, but please pluck it, and use the pain of your hands to pluck it to give it glory. ——Tagore
Asong said, Zhongyin, I hate you more than I hate anyone else.
Sun Chengjin, can you stay away from me, further away, to a place where I can't see you.
Songsong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have left you. If I hadn't left you, your suffering would have ended here. Can you come back, come back...
Sun Chengjin cried like a child. He was so old and still cried like a child. He knew that his Songsong would be distressed. He had to be so pitiful for his Songsong to come back.