Lin Xiaokang stood still, tears streaming down his face, his lips trembling so much that he couldn't utter a single word.
"You are very good, even clearer in the way you see things than your parents." Lin Xiaoxi reached out and patted Lin Chao's head, sighing as he said, "Whether mediocre or excellent, poor or wealthy, everyone should have their own bottom line and principles. Only then can they have a clear conscience."
Lin Chao quickly looked up at his father and stammered, "Daddy, I don't crave for delicacies, it doesn't matter if there's no meat or white rice, and clothes just need to keep me warm, patches don't matter either. Isn't life the same whether we have money or not?"
He was just a sixteen-year-old boy, but he understood truths that many adults had yet to grasp.
Lin Xiaokang covered his face and sobbed, "Your mother and I have endured every hardship, but you are our only son, how could we want you to live the same life as us?"
