The Story of Ling and Heng (672)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
This sort of thing could be considered as the last?
Feng Ling was dumbstruck. The air fell silent once more.
"Since I was young, I had a dream. I wanted to find a woman I liked, give birth to a son or daughter, and throw them to those four elders. I wanted them to experience the kinship between two generations. I wanted to see if they would still dare to use a belt to beat their great-grandchildren." Li Nanheng covered his eyes and shook his head after a while. He said seriously, "I don't know if they can still live to that day."
Feng Ling :"…"
As he spoke, Li Nanheng released her. He stood up and walked to the French windows. In the darkness, he looked out of the window. His back was surrounded by a heavy sense of helplessness, tolerance, and forbearance. It was as though the man who was covered in blood in the Israeli river was slowly looking up at the sky with heavy footsteps.