"Yin Xia!" Father Yin raised his voice at his eldest daughter. He glared at her but softened his voice before saying, "Calm down alright? I know that you are upset but think about Ah Zhu. She must feel terrible as well, right? Maybe she feels even more upset and angry with herself than you do. Try to understand—"
"Sure, go ahead and tell me to understand! You always do this, father!" Yin Xia, who had hardly lost her temper with her father since she turned eighteen, could no longer restrain herself. "I am a member of this family too, you know? Why is it that no one tells me anything? You knew Motehr was a demon worshipper and Ah Zhu knew it too."
