Qin Xue's thoughts were in chaos, and after thinking of the face that harmed her mother, her mind was filled only with that hated face.
At this moment, in her world, the notion of her father no longer existed; before her eyes was entirely the face of a villain, entangling her with no other thoughts left.
Qin Xue clasped her father's throat, driven by subconscious intent to kill, causing her father's face to flush red instantly as suffocation gripped him, unable to speak.
Father Qin opened his eyes wide, looking at his daughter with nothing but love, yet filled with helplessness and sighs.
"Perhaps, dying like this might be a sort of release," Father Qin contemplated but thought that he couldn't die at his daughter's hands. Even if he had no regrets, as Ye Fan and Zhang Lu suggested, giving the daughter a heavy blow would be disastrous. She had suffered too much and could not bear the pain of patricide.
Father Qin thought this way, but what could he do?
