What kind of eyes were those?
Qin Qing's heart trembled.
In his memory, his father's eyes were firm and forceful, always filled with confidence, giving Qin Qing a very stable feeling.
But at this moment, he saw in his father's eyes an endless grayness, numb like a walking corpse, dull and lusterless, as if he had lost all hope in the world.
Such eyes were no different from those of the dead.
"Father..."
Qin Qing blurted out, his chest trembling with emotion, wishing he could rush down and rescue his father.
Qin Shuang's eyes reddened in an instant, too.
Although her memory of their father was no longer vivid, the moment she saw him, her soul felt an electric shock, a resonance that came from their blood.
"Daddy, Dad..."
Qin Shuang murmured softly, her lips trembling.
"Third Prince!"
Qin Qing turned to Qin De and said in a deep voice, "Is there any way to rescue my father? I'll do anything!"
