The snowy winds suddenly stopped howling and one could even faintly hear the beat of a wildly-pounding heart in the vast still whiteness that seemed to stretch on forever.

“Of course I do.”

That calm and quiet reply caused Xia Yuanba’s heart to drop in his chest… because he knew that Yun Che was definitely listening.

“How can I not hate him?”

She didn’t turn around to look at Xia Yuanba. Instead, she kept staring into the distance as her voice turned even colder and gloomier than the boundless snow. “He wasn’t around when I was born. He wasn’t there as I was growing up. He didn’t even come… to my coming-of-age ceremony when I turned eighteen.”

“He told me that I was his whole world… He told me that he’d never let my mother and I get hurt or cry again… He told me that he’d be back before I even knew it… He told me that he wanted to watch me grow older, to make up for everything that he owed me…”

“But… he broke every promise he made… over and over again…”

“He’s the most unreliable father, the most ill-qualified father… the worst father in the world.”

Her voice was very soft and light, and although it sounded a little faint at times, one couldn’t hear any emotion in it.

In the skies high above them, far higher than where her senses could reach, Yun Che slowly closed his eyes. He had clenched his jaw so hard that a small rivulet of blood was slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Shui Meiyin stretched out a hand to wipe away the blood before she gently closed...