One step, two steps, three steps...
Murong En trembled with his sturdy body, walking with extreme difficulty, getting closer and closer to his daughter Murong Yuhan.
At this moment, Murong En wished time could just stop like this. At this moment, Murong En desperately wanted to hear the person behind him say, "Forget it."
But none of this happened, until Murong En walked in front of his daughter Murong Yuhan, seeing her still gazing at him with grief.
It was like pleading with him, yet he was powerless!
Then, Murong En's right hand formed a palm, slowly raising it.
Seeing her father's gesture, tears had already blurred Murong Yuhan's eyes, sliding down her young, cold and alluring face, "No! Don't! Please don't, Father!"
Her teeth biting her lip, Murong Yuhan's sorrowful face grew more intense, slowly shaking her head at her father Murong En.
