Chapter 72

"Dad, I'm not eating the rice dumplings anymore, can we go home? Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have done such a thing, I shouldn't have shamed you, I shouldn't have let people find out what happened, I shouldn't have let you bear the humiliation for me, dad, open your eyes and look at me, just look at me, okay? "Dad, I've changed, I really know my wrongs! I'm in the wrong! Daddy, get up! Open your eyes and look at me! Daddy, I know you love me the most! Daddy …" Can you stand up? You said you want to go home with me. You promised me … Father, you left me alone, Mother will hate me, will be angry with me, Father... Get up, it's so cold, let's go home and sleep … Dad, come with me, let's not talk about the family anymore, let's not see them anymore, okay? "Come on, stand up, Dad, let's go home!"

Despite the tears pouring down her face, she still called out her father's name again and again. She desperately tried to hold her father's arm, supporting his tall body with her frail body. Step by step, she struggled to move forward. His legs left long marks on the snow. The tears of Quiet And Steadfast blurred his vision. In the end, his knees gave way and he kneeled on the ground with a plop … His face was already frozen and smashed into the snow. The cold touch was so deep that it almost seeped into his bones. He didn't move at all and just lay there like that, tears streaming down his face, melting two small, round holes in the snow, as if he was mocking her.

Her fantasies, her wishful thinking, her little tricks, the sins she had foolishly created, they were all retribution, retribution.

She had killed her own father, the one who loved her the most and loved her the most and loved her the most. Even if she were to die a thousand times or ten thousand times, there was nothing she could do to make up for it.

Even if she kneeled down here, no one would sympathize with her.

Why didn't you try your best to stop your father from going to the Meng Family? Isn't it because you're harboring some fantasies in your heart, trying to force him to know that you have a child to cultivate together with you?

Fu Jingzhi, oh Fu Jingzhi!

How can you be so shameless? How can you be so shameless?

Why are you so shameless?

I don't want you anymore, I'm leaving you behind!

[I hate you. I hate you. I already have a lover. Why haven't you given up yet?]

Why are you dreaming of pleasing someone again?

Now look, your wishful thinking killed your own father!

God forbid!

Heaven will not forgive you!

Fu Jingzhi, oh Fu Jingzhi, if you really regret it, if you really feel guilty, then you will die to accompany you. Daddy.

When she stood up, she felt a warm stream of air gush out from under her. Not long later, the warm blood soaked her pants, dripping down from her ankles onto the snow, drop by drop, it was a shocking sight.

Her stomach was filled with pain, as if countless hands were pulling on her internal organs, as if they were forcibly pulling off a bloody piece of flesh from her body, as if they were forcibly cutting off her heart, wanting her to watch herself die.