Ye Wanli was seething with anger, he advanced and seized Ye Lu's hand, fiercely pushing her away.
Ye Lu, upon being shoved by him, crashed into the edge of the red rosewood furniture, her forehead bleeding at once from the collision.
She lifted her bloodied forehead, the bright red blood streaming past her corner of her eyes, down her pale skin, drip by drip falling onto the ground.
However, she seemingly felt no pain. Her eyes flashed frosty coldness, she watched Ye Wanli and gave him a crooked smile, a smile both eerie and pathetic.
"I've grown up, and this is the first time you've hit me! You used to treat me so well, cherishing me like a princess. Until now, I couldn't believe that a father could do such heinous things to his own daughter. Can't believe that you cut off my mother's lifeline. Tell me, why?"
Ye Wanli trembled deep down when he met her terrifying gaze.
