Hearing the piece of The Beautiful Lady Yu, Yun Zhonghe was moved to tears as if the poem had been especially created for him.
"If you ask me how much sorrow I have, it's just like the spring river flowing east."
Yun Zhonghe murmured the last two sentences and felt deeply sentimental and sorrowful.
Although he appreciated the poem, he was unwilling to hear it.
He would rather that he had never experienced the prosperity and beauty in the world and the cruelty in life.
"Dad, how do you feel about such a life you have experienced?"
Just like adding vinegar upon nitre, Mu Qianmei asked Yun Zhonghe a thing that he was most unwilling to recall.
"Tired."
Yun Zhonghe took out such a word from his mouth lazily as if it had been tough to say it.
He was unwilling to mention, recollect, and
