He suddenly clutched his head with both hands, "Who is Ji Yunya? Why is this name so familiar? Who exactly is she?"
"Ji Yunya is your daughter. You've owed so much to your daughter; how can you forget her? Yun Shen, your sins are grave. Don't think that pretending to be insane can let you escape all this. The sins you've committed can't be repaid in this life, the next life, or the life after that..."
"No..." Yun Shen suddenly stepped back, shaking his head frantically: "My daughter hasn't been born yet. Don't deceive me, you liar, get out..."
He quickly ran to the bed, crawled under the covers, and pulled the blanket over his head. The quilt was restless, and the figure hiding beneath it was trembling violently.
"You're not my daughter... not…" He continued to murmur.
You can never wake someone who is pretending to sleep, and naturally, you can never wake someone feigning madness.
Self-deception.
Yun Ya lowered her eyes and smiled, her gaze filled with sarcastic melancholy.
