A story of Luhan and his parents failed family life.  

 My parents used to bring me to the park in our neighborhood every weekend. We would do picnics, I'd play football with my father, and my mother would watch us while sitting on the picnic mat. She would clap with a big smile whenever I scored a goal. My father would help me swing whenever I wanted to, and he'd make me fly so high. I would look to where my mom was sitting and wave at her, she'd do the exact same thing. And at the end of the day dad would drive us back to our warm house with big smiles and laughters. 

But every memory is left in the past. 

My parents have moved on. 

But I haven't.