Dai Chukong's heart ached.
Qi Bufan's words were cruel to her, but she had no choice but to listen.
"Lovers kiss and make love, but whenever I think of kissing and making love with you, I feel guilty."
"I'll always remember how adorable you looked when you didn't know how to braid your hair and pestered me with a comb to make me comb your hair. I learned how to tie my hair and taught you how to do it. Just thinking about how I'm going to be with this child I raised as a daughter makes me feel guilty. I feel like a pervert…"
Qi Bufan was in pain.
If he still had some love for Dai Chukong, then no matter who Dai Chukong was, what identity she had, or what age she was, he would dare to love and marry her.
"My feelings for you are pure. It's a father's love and indulgence for his daughter, an elder's patience and tolerance for the younger generation, but there's no man's deep love for a woman."
