Zhang Zhentian knew that every word his son said was true, yet he had spent his whole life wanting to love in just this way: to love once, earnestly hoping to love Xia Jing wholeheartedly.
He felt it was not easy to find someone who truly loved you in a lifetime, and even though the person he loved did not harbor the same feelings for him, was there really any harm in being the only one capable of loving her?
If he always obsessed over efficiency in his actions, always concerned with whether others would reciprocate his efforts, constantly wondering if his contributions could indeed bring about gratitude from others.
If that were really the case, what meaning would there be left to living in this world? If that was how he lived, apart from feeling the thrill of transactions with others, what kind of true love could he possibly find? Would anyone be willing to stay with him if they felt that his giving was just a transaction?
