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"She is my... sin."
"She is your daughter?"
Although Big Cat was still speaking in riddles, Lu Ping'an was not foolish; he quickly thought of the most likely option.
When he made eye contact with the little girl, Lu Ping'an remembered the astonishment he felt the first time he saw Kerdalais.
Beneath the austere nun's robe, draped in resplendent gold and the tranquil, lake-colored eyes... Lu Ping'an felt that the girl who called herself Little Zhi was like a past version of Chris.
Perhaps another way to put it, Kerdalais was like a warped future of Little Zhi.
"No, I have no descendants."
The calm words carried an ironclad will.
"Is it that you cannot have any, or you do not want any?"
"... Both."
Although the words were somewhat ambiguous, the two actually understood each other.
Professionals often need to bear the price and the Curse.
