Destroy…
I will destroy you Liu Jun…
Zhan Yahui was resting on a chair, with her head laid back and eyes closed. She rocked the chair in slow motion, taking slow and deep breaths.
'Uncle…? Uncle Ouyang?'
The cries of her little self echoed in her ears and that fateful day flashed in her mind. She remembered her child self's teary and dizzy gaze looking at Ouyang Haitao lying on the floor dead.
And then there was a boy with glasses in front of her, staring coldly at him and standing tall all too arrogantly.
'You are…you are a killer! You killed my father! You are a murderer I will never forgive!'
Yet the boy refused to move his inch or even speak an apology. She felt as if he was a statue. A lifeless and a heartless boy who killed the man who was going to become her father one day.
Who was going to give her mother a lot of happiness.
