This year, Zhang Yichen had been watching his family live like that every day. He felt that every day, his father was enduring the torment his wife inflicted, over and over, day by day. And this torment could only be silently borne; there was no way to speak of it, nor could he express the pain in his heart to anyone.
Actually, even if no one else felt anything, Old Master Zhang's heart still felt it deeply.
He had watched, as his daughter-in-law quietly added blankets to his son at night, knowing that she had finally been moved by her son, and though he knew what was going on, as an elder, he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. He could only silently pay attention, until one day, when they understood what they truly wanted, would they know what they should do with their lives.
