Lin Xiaojing, questioned by her own brother, cried with tears falling pitter-patter.
She truly sobbed uncontrollably, looking utterly disheveled.
Lin Shou felt terrible watching his daughter cry her eyes out.
He walked over and, with his large rough hand, gently rubbed the top of her head.
"Dad only has you and your brother, losing either of you would be like losing half my heart.
Dad knows you've been wronged over the years, but I've always been trying to make it up to you!
What can't you tell dad?
In my eyes, both you and your brother are my children, I can't bear to lose either of you.
Your brother and Tangtang are right, if you don't want to tell the people of our Lin Family's third household,
there are so many others in the Lin Family who would care.
Nothing is worth trading your life for!"
Lin Shou had always been a simple and quiet rural man, mostly focused on working hard.
He had never spoken so much before.
