"Bei Jiang, stop looking at me like that."
Huo Linong painfully covered his eyes. The last person he wanted to face now was his son. Bei Jiang's gaze made him feel anxious and guilty.
It was his fault as a father, failing to keep the promises he made to his mother and not fulfilling his duties as a parent.
Nor had he managed to fulfill his obligations as a husband.
Looking back at his life, Huo Linong suddenly realized he was utterly worthless.
Fleeing with Bei Jiang from the outset had doomed him to a lifetime of failure.
Only the weak flee, while the strong face challenges head-on. He couldn't bear to face Bei Jiang, nor could he bear to return and face his mother.
Tears slowly dripped down through the gaps between the fingers that Huo Linong had pressed against his face.
