All those past grudges and feuds, in the end, are nothing but a dream. Watching people come and go, like everything around me, disappears without notice.
Old Master Zhang never realized how much psychological pressure his actions brought to his son. His son never truly felt such pressure; he only wanted to live his life freely without interference from anyone, but it was impossible.
As a father, deep down he constantly pondered how he could make his children happy, living the life everyone desires—not suffering again and again only to end up with nothing. He could not accept such a fate, yet it seemed that this fate had already become the predetermined ending of his life, one he could not escape nor erase, leaving fate to tear it apart repeatedly. He manipulated everything about himself, but ultimately found that everything was merely fleeting clouds.
