"So it is."
Guan Qinghan suddenly understood, coming to a new recognition of her father's strength. As she was lost in thought, her father's voice once again rang in her ears.
"Now, can you give me an explanation? Who left these traces behind? Why does my daughter keep defending the demon again and again? Don't lie to your father anymore. I've watched you grow up, and am not that foolish."
"..."
Guan Qinghan bit her lip, bathed in the moonlight. On her skin as cold as snow, layers of blush unavoidably appeared, as breathtakingly beautiful as the sunset glow, immersing people unconsciously into it.
She wanted to speak, yet didn't know how to begin. After all, the truth was too absurd, and even a slight thought made her cheeks red as if she could bleed.
"Is it the Demon Lord?"
Guan Yuanshan finally couldn't stand to see his daughter so distressed, thus he took the initiative to speak.
"..."
Guan Qinghan remained silent, but this silence had already proved many things.
