"Mm."
Luo Huan nodded in response to Mr. Luo's belated apology.
She still couldn't completely forgive her father.
Not for killing Du'er.
Nor for nearly destroying Chilling Middle School.
These were things that no apology could erase.
A rift still existed between the father and daughter.
It was a rift that only the great power of time could heal.
A gentle breeze brushed past Luo Huan's cheek. She lightly took a lock of hair and tucked it behind her ear, taking the first step to bridge that gap herself.
"In the future... I'd like to go out and explore. Can you come with me?"
"I—"
Hearing her words, Mr. Luo was about to agree immediately.
But then.
A sharp, twisting pain shot through his heart.
It wasn't from Yun Zhenyue's punch.
It was a gnawing pain, like insects chewing through him.
His body...
'Has it already reached this point?'
