Han Yao did not want to be a descendant surrounded by uncertainties.
She wanted to know everything about her own father, even if she couldn't be of help, but at least she wouldn't be a confused fool.
"I'm not clear about it either, I'm afraid only the people from the Security Bureau know about all this, and it's those high-ranking ones who are informed," she said.
Lady Han did not want her daughter to hate her father.
What a grave sin it is to be labeled a traitor to one's country?
Children are taught from a young age not to become scoundrels, and yet, in the end, her own father...
Lady Han could only imagine how devastating it would be for Han Yao to learn all this.
Han Yao did not hear the answer she sought and dejectedly sank onto the sofa.
"Father has just disappeared like that, and we have no clue what really happened to him. I really can't accept this," she said.
Lady Han hadn't eaten for days, and with her excessive worrying, her spirit was almost completely drained.
