"I should've been gone a year ago, but Chang'sheng dragged me back by sheer force." He looked at Lu Chang'sheng, still wearing that deep, unabashed pride on his face.
"My Lu Family raised a good son. Because of you, our whole family's fate changed completely. As your father, sometimes I feel like I'm actually quite useless."
"That's not true! If it weren't for you, your son might've starved to death years ago."
Lu Chang'sheng crouched down, holding his old father's hand, speaking earnestly.
A trace of a smile appeared on Mr. Lu's face.
Lu Chang'sheng's tactfulness eased much of his lingering guilt at once.
He always felt he hadn't really done anything, that Lu Chang'sheng growing into who he was now—after decades, looking back, it was still unfathomable.
"Chang'sheng, tell me what you've been through. Your father wants to hear it!"
Mr. Lu suddenly said in a low voice.
