Looking at the innocently smiling Bai Erya, Xie San felt a pain like a knife twisting in her heart. It was as if she was witnessing the cruelest of life's tragedies.
On one side was the daughter, oblivious and beaming with joy; on the other, the father, his body covered in wounds, lying lifeless in the cold snow.
When these two images appeared before her, even Xie San, who had witnessed the fickle nature of the world and the treachery of men since she was a child, found it almost unbearable.
She did everything in her power to remain composed, but her voice still trembled slightly and uncontrollably.
"Alright!"
Bai Erya and Wu Mengchan didn't notice anything amiss. Only Yang Lian'Er, who was holding the large tongs, seemed to sense something and glanced up at her.
Xie San lowered her head, hiding her reddened eyes, and picked up a piece of meat to eat.
In truth, she had no appetite at all. Even the freshly grilled, succulent beef tasted like wax in her mouth.
