Lu Jianjun's eyes welled up with tears, but as a man, he shed blood, not tears.
Ever since he was young, he knew their mother was waiting for their father, waiting for him to come and get them.
At that time, he harbored an intense resentment towards that man surnamed Lu.
Why didn't he come back for them? Why?
Why did he let their mother wait, hope?
Yearning and yearning, but in the end, it was all in vain.
Finally leaving, carrying a world of regrets.
He despised him, despised that man.
He didn't know whether he should forgive him or not.
He was utterly lost now.
However, when the truth was revealed, he realized someone had been preventing it all along.
The culprit was his doting aunt who had always cared for him.
Now, he couldn't find anyone to hate anymore.
He had spent over twenty years despising someone, only to be told one day that he had been hating the wrong person. The person he should have been hating had always been by his side.
