Xia Yangyang knew her godfather was reminiscing about her mother again.
"Godfather, don't dwell on the past anymore. You've been stuck your entire life because of my mom, and that's not what she would have wanted to see."
Gao Huizhi, however, suddenly looked very sorrowful.
Gao Huizhi said, "Throughout my life, I've been fighting and killing, unattached to anything. I'm just a worthless life who, relying on nothing but solitary courage, made it to this day. But the older I get, the more things I'm afraid of. When I adopted them all those years ago, it wasn't really for any father-son affection—I just thought about training the next generation to take care of Culture Hall. But now, each of them has become my vulnerability, one after another turning into what they are today. I'd rather it have been me who got shot and died."
Xia Yangyang had never seen such a man, who was always as strong as steel, say words like these.
He was truly heartbroken.
