For a father, spending the holidays alone is a form of torture; having unfilial children is a kind of pain; children harboring hatred is a kind of tragedy; but for them to dream of killing him... that goes beyond mere sadness.
It is failure!
The greatest failure of a father!!
"I dream of killing you!!"
As Xue Ke's hate-filled words rang in his ears, Xue Hu convulsed uncontrollably like someone struck by epilepsy, his frail body twitching beyond his control.
Under the lights, his mouth agape, he tried to ask why all this was happening, but... staring into Xue Ke's hate-filled face, he felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, and the words at the tip of his tongue just couldn't be voiced.
"I know what you want to say." Looking at Xue Hu's shocked and incredulous face, Xue Ke laughed, a cold laugh, "You think because you provided me with a superior material life, even if I don't appreciate you, I shouldn't hate you, let alone dream of killing you, right?"
"Gulp!"
