The sanatorium was peaceful, set amidst the mountains as a place of rest and healing, but for Father Pei, it was a prison, a prison his own son had built with his own hands.
Gazing at the bamboo forest outside the window, which seemed to have no end, he began to reminisce about the past, "You really were acting out of character back then. A child who had been submissive and obedient for over a decade suddenly made such an irrational decision. It surprised me. People say you're like me in every way, but that untimely stubbornness is more like your mother."
"Shut up."
That was the very past Pei Yu did not want to mention, a nightmare that had trapped him for many years. In those nightmares, he found himself forced to let go of Shen Zhiyi, just as when he didn't want to leave his mother's corpse, Father Pei pried open his fingers that clung to the hem of her dress one by one.
It was Father Pei who taught him what it meant to give up.
He had to let go.
