Thirty years ago, she came and made me a father. I also hope that she will be happy, really happy, and get a marriage without regrets. I can put her hand in another man's hand without regret, so I won't regret it. How did I send her away in the first place? Love and marriage are not 100 percent equal. For her, it's like a rule that she has adhered to for a long time. As a father, I should guard with her. As long as she decides, I will accompany her. Then she gets depressed sometimes, so I just wait for her to come back and cry. If she refuses to cry, then I can cook a delicious meal. She shouldn't marry for her parents. She shouldn't go out to listen to gossip. She wants to get married after hearing too much. She wants to marry the person she likes for life, hold her head high, work very hard, and look forward to it, as if she had won. One day, she appeared in front of me with that man, pointed at him and said, "Dad, I found it. This man is the only one I don't want to marry." I think I can imagine that scene. She showed me to her mother with a gesture of victory. How proud she looks. You see, I have really thought of it, so why don't I really wait for her to realize it? When will that day come? I don't know, but I will stand with her, because I am her father, and she can only be happy with me, and nothing else can.