Sometimes I just want to live in my own fairy tale; I don't want to remember those things that bring me pain.
Old Master Zhang didn't realize how much psychological pressure his actions brought to his son. His son never really felt this kind of pressure, only wanting to live his own life easily, undisturbed by anyone, but it was simply impossible.
As a father, he always thought about how to make his child happy, to live a joyful life that everyone desires, instead of suffering repeatedly with nothing to gain in the end. He couldn't accept such a fate, but it seemed this fate was destined to be the conclusion of his life. Time and again, he couldn't escape nor delete it, allowing fate to slice it apart repeatedly. He manipulated everything of his, only to find in the end that all of it was but fleeting clouds.
