"Sister!"
A piercing scream; Liu Xiaoyi had run in from outside. She quickly went to the injured woman and said, her face marred with tear streaks, "It must be that beast, Long Jingtian. Only he could be so heartless."
Perhaps sensing her sister's cry, the woman slowly opened her eyes. She tried to touch Xiaoyi's face, but had no strength. She stated in a low voice, "Xiaoyi, I can't make it. Can you take care of our father?"
Liu Xiaoyi was slightly taken aback, a painful expression surfacing on her face. "Sister, he did this to you, yet you still think of him?"
"Regardless, he is still our father." Speaking these words had consumed the woman's remaining strength. Her head drooped, and she fainted once again.
In this life and the previous one, Xiao Qiang had always been an orphan, never having experienced a father's love. He couldn't understand, didn't know, what the feeling of parental affection was like.
