"Whether or not there is any guilt, isn't that entirely up to a single word from you?" Wu Yu tilted his head, looking out the window.
Elder Wu’s words had slipped out lightly, like the snow outside, which a single gust of wind could blow away, brushing off all the grievances Wu Yu had harbored for so many years. Yet, like that boundless, falling snow, they piled up into a thick layer within his heart, burying his love and respect for his father bit by bit.
"I’m tired. You should go." Elder Wu stared up at the bedroom ceiling, his eyes stinging.
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