The light rain of apricot blossoms that year was a pain that he could never erase. He didn't hate him for being cowardly or selfish. He couldn't distinguish right from wrong in all the causes and effects back then.
Back then, he abandoned him like worn shoes, and for this reason, he once got drunk and broke up in the Valley of Dreams. However, after he truly let go, he wanted him to pick it up again, but he had already loved her, and what was left seemed to be just a touch of melancholy.
"Bo Xi Junhao, what you miss is what you miss. No matter how you try to save it, it won't help. It's better to let it go. You also know that being too obsessed may not be a good thing." Bei Ming sighed deeply, supported Bai Ling, who was in a coma, and turned to leave...
In troubled times, who can hold my son's hand and grow old together with him?