On Python Mountain, a Prime Feng Shui Site

Some things couldn't be thought about too deeply. The more I thought about them, the more terrifying they became.

I felt as though I was surrounded by a conspiracy—a massive one.

Yet I was powerless in the face of such a conspiracy.

Little Nian Bai was hostile toward me. He believed Bingbing had ended up this way because of me. Although I hadn't done it, he had put the blame on me.

And they had told him that as long as he killed me, Bingbing could be saved and recover. Otherwise, Bingbing would be doomed to die.

Bingbing could be considered the person closest to Little Nian Bai. Compared to her, I, his father, might as well not have existed.

Although Bingbing had always instilled in him the idea that I was his father, and he had shown the proper affection when he saw me, that closeness could never compare to what he shared with Bingbing.

The two of them had depended on each other for survival.

And me? To put it harshly, I had never fulfilled my responsibilities as a father.

"Nian Bai!" Bingbing called.

Little Nian Bai hurriedly crouched down and took Bingbing's hand. "Mom, I'm here!"

Bingbing stroked his head. "Don't let hatred blind you. And no matter what happens, he is still your father. Mom won't allow you to hurt him, and likewise, I won't allow him to hurt you. We're family. Family should never turn weapons against one another. If you truly think killing your father will let Mom live, then you're wrong. If he dies, I won't live on alone either."

Bingbing's words made Little Nian Bai's expression turn ugly. He looked at me, his eyes carrying resentment and anger.

I said to Bingbing, "Don't worry. Things will get better. Just give me some