Because of the feeling of suffocation, Yin Yufei's consciousness suddenly cleared.
She turned her head and saw, not far away, her father with eyes almost splitting, and the other members of the Yin Family, every face ashen and bleak.
Yin Yufei knew she was about to die.
Her father, struggling on the ground in utter disarray, his whole body wretched, his mouth opened and closed as he said something.
But she had already lost her hearing, and didn't know what he was saying.
The father who had always been strong and majestic was actually shedding tears.
A clear tear slipped from the corner of Yin Yufei's eye; toward this man, what she felt in the depths of her heart was mostly apology.
In the end, her gaze fell on the boy in the corner.
That was her child, the continuation of blood between her and the man she loved.
Looking at that face so similar to his father's, Yin Yufei's pupils dilated, and the last of her consciousness dissolved.
