The white light in the study was blinding, and I knew my father was waiting for me in a chair behind the desk. The wrinkles on his face grew deeper with the passage of time, but his cruel heart did not change at all!
The closer I got to the table, the more cold I felt.
When I was a child, I once accidentally broke into my father's study for fun. It's his private space for work and reading. No one can set foot inside without his permission. But that time I just forgot the rule. When he found that I had broken into his private study, his face was very cold. Just a look, I was scared to the spot.
His eyes were like those of a lion staring at a smaller animal. It was a look of condescension, disdain, and ferocity. He could easily kill all the animals in front of him if he wanted to.
