"You've lost weight," said Sitú Míngzé, his eyes showing a hint of pity.
"Not lost, just right," came Rose's calm response.
This scene left everyone bewildered. Weren't this underworld father and daughter supposed to be at each other's throats, engaged in real battles for years? Why were they now calmly discussing her physique?
Sītú Míngzé looked at Rose's delicate and moist face, sighing, "You're becoming more and more like your mother, almost identical to how she looked when she was young."
"I don't remember," Rose replied indifferently.
"It's only natural you don't remember. After giving birth to you, she left us. Speaking of which, you mother and daughter are truly heartless toward me. One left after giving birth, and the other left as soon as she grew up," Sītú Míngzé lamented.
"The problem isn't with us, it's with you."
"That's just something you all can't understand."
