Madam Lu looked up at her son and then began to wipe her tears again.
Lu Mingzhen felt an indescribable sorrow and pain in his heart. His son, once tall and handsome, elegant and gentlemanly like a fine jade, had come back with a disfigured face and a broken leg. For so many days, he didn't know how his son had endured it all.
As a father, it pained him to see his son in this condition. He could only imagine how much more painful it must be for his son to see his own ruined face.
He stepped forward and comfortingly patted his son on the shoulder, "Sheng Qing, ever since you were little, you've always been sensible and never complained. But you don't have to bear everything alone. Speak up if you're suffering, and we'll resolve it as a family."
