Old Master Zhang couldn't understand why his son accused him of pushing all responsibilities onto her. Was he really that kind of person? He had never thought of treating her in such a way. It was his son's mistakes that he found unbearable time and time again. He had thought countless times about what he could do to reduce his son's hostility and bias toward him. Yet, even now, he realized deep down that his son had never truly wanted to return to this family. Every time he came back home, perhaps it was only to fulfill a faint glimmer of hope in his heart—maybe all he ever truly cared about was his so-called freedom!
Is freedom really that important? For freedom, could one abandon their life goals again and again? For freedom, could one repeatedly put their family in harm's way, treating loved ones like toys to be picked up and discarded at will? For freedom, could one make everything so unbearably difficult?
