Grandpa Gan, perhaps he didn't know how to see it either?
Or rather, he didn't know whether he had been right or wrong.
Just like that competition sixteen years ago.
In the end, he had still lost.
Under the weight he had borne.
After hearing Gan Hua's account, Lin Tian fell into thought for a moment.
He had originally assumed that Grandpa Gan had already been roasted over the fire back then, with no way to turn back. He had ultimately reached a dead end, which was why things had ended as they did.
But now, it seemed—
The truth was not as simple as Lin Tian had imagined.
In Grandpa Gan's eyes, that weight had not merely been pressure. It had also been the force that pushed him onward, leaving him no choice but to reach the Ke'er Cup stage.
The rights and wrongs involved were probably not something Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu, at their current age, could truly understand.
Lin Tian took a deep breath.
He looked at Gan Yan Yu.
At that moment, Gan Yan Yu's hands were helplessly tucked behind her back. She looked at her grandfather with heartache written in her eyes, sorrow evident on her face.
It seemed that this was also the first time the girl had heard her grandfather tell this story in such detail, and she had trouble accepting it all at once.
In fact,
There should have been a second half to this story.
Its ending—
How Gan Hua had carried all of that and made his way onto the Ke'er Cup stage.
The hopes of his companions, the faces of his former comrades-in-arms—they must have kept flashing through his mind.
What state of mind had he been in when he completed that performance?
And after withdrawing from