On one hand was his mother, and on the other was his beloved Teacher Su. He didn't know what to do; if he sided with Teacher Su, he would hurt his mother, and if he sided with his mother, he would end up hurting Teacher Su.
He felt like a solitary blade of grass, swaying helplessly with whichever direction the wind blew, unable to stand firm and upright in the center without falling over.
"Teacher Su, I won't eat ice cream anymore; I don't dislike you either, please don't move away." After clinging to Su Xiaoyue's legs, Mingyu couldn't control his emotions and burst into tears.
He was a child who rarely cried, because Daddy always taught him that a true man should shed blood, not tears.
