He hadn't told his aunt and uncle about this matter yet.
He wanted to handle this matter by himself.
He now had a wife, a son, and a daughter. He felt his son was like an extraneous existence.
Thinking of how his mother had bitterly waited for so many years, this man never returned once.
Yet before his mother passed, this man found another woman, married and had children.
This was something he couldn't forgive.
Until the moment of her death, his mother was still thinking of this man.
How could he forgive him?
An apology was not what this man owed his mother.
Not a single "I'm sorry."
Can it really be like what the Commander said?
That indifference would keep you from being trapped in pain?
From childhood, he knew he had no father, disparaged as a bastard, suffering verbal insults, the stinging pain of the pointing fingers, the bitterness of a lost childhood–who could he tell about this?
