Xiang Wan staggered several steps backward before she steadied herself, narrowly avoiding a fall. She tried hard to find a hint of fabrication on Xun Lu's face, but no matter what, she couldn't find any.
On reflection, her understanding of her father was indeed limited. What she saw was always the image of a good father, not the Xiang Tingjun others saw.
She had also learned about her father's 'other side' from different people, a side she had never seen before…
With this thought, she gradually lost the confidence to argue with Xun Lu. It was as if a death-row inmate was nailed to the gallows; in the last moments, all defenses became weak and pale except for a stubborn patch of purity deep in her heart, sustaining her trust in her father.
A multitude of chaotic scenes flashed through her mind. She remembered the night her mother fell from the building.
Her mother's determination to take her along to death—was it also because she knew that Zuo Xingyun had come for revenge?
