The Blue Silver Grass on the mound was charred black.
Tang San was certain it had been struck by lightning.
"Xiao San, you have to believe me. I really never imagined something like this would happen. I only wanted to give Ah Yin a suitable environment to grow in."
"Who could have known lightning would come through that hole? The odds were less than one in ten thousand."
"This is hard for me to accept, too."
Tang Hao looked at Tang San, desperately trying to explain.
"It's too late to say any of that now. The truth is right in front of us. What is there left to refuse to accept?"
Tang San reproached him without hesitation.
In truth, he was falling apart inside, too.
Across two lifetimes, he had never experienced a mother's love. He had hoped to experience it this time. Even if his mother was a blade of grass, he could accept that.
But what had happened?
It had ended before it even began.
"What you did back then was completely unnecessary. You would have been better off letting Mom grow in the dark, even if she had to live or die on her own."
"Or rather, if you were going to be so irresponsible toward Mom, you would have been better off not bringing her back to life at all."
Tang San spoke coldly, his voice filled with resentment.
"Yes, I was wrong."
"It's all my fault. Whatever I say now, it's too late. There's no time left to change anything."
"Ah Yin, I've failed you."
"I never should have put you here. It's all my fault."
His wife's tragic death and his son's accusations were like the final straw that broke Tang Hao's back.
Guilt, regret, bitterness, and other emotions flooded his heart.
He could