So, he has been haunting for the past three years?
Like maggots that cling to the bones.
The tall woman suddenly felt a pain sharp enough to rend the heart.
"Bastard."
Qin Yue sobbed almost to the point of breathlessness, her small body trembling as if threshing grain.
She didn't understand what hatred was, didn't know what a bastard was, only knew that the "Father King" who held her now was terrifying, with eyes like a man-eating tiger.
Somehow, perhaps from fright, she stopped her futile struggle, and her small face, smeared with tears and snot, tilted upwards toward that flickering face in the candlelight.
"...Hurts... hurts, ma, mama, it hurts so much..."
Those were faint, aggrieved whimpers.
Qin Qingluo still clutched the child who was just two years old.
She crouched down, her tall figure leaning closer, Qin Yue felt at a loss, then suddenly, her mother hugged her tightly, her shoulders trembling.
Mother cried...
