Yet in her mind, Hua Hua's final deathbed words, her ultimate entrusted last wish, kept echoing in 3D surround sound like a demonic chant.
"Chen Li... is your father."
That weighty title was lodged firmly in her throat, unable to go up or down.
"Y-you... what are you doing?" Hua Hua stared at Chen Li as he picked up Hua Hua's corpse, her tone extremely conflicted.
"Isn't it obvious? While it's still warm." Chen Li held Hua Hua's still-warm corpse, tilted his head slightly, and glanced down at Hua Hua from above with complete matter-of-factness.
"???"
"Cremate her while she's still warm... And you won't even call me father." Chen Li rolled his eyes speechlessly, then sighed faintly, his gaze carrying thirty percent desolation and seventy percent disappointment.
Of course he had to cremate Hua Hua quickly, or she might have already won the Revival Match.
Hua Hua's expression twisted into a mess the instant she heard that.
Meanwhile, in the livestream on the phone Hua Hua had set aside and never turned off, the comments had completely exploded like fireworks filling the sky.
"What the hell is going on??? I just tuned in and this is the restricted content I see???"
"Wait, that guy is Hua Hua's dad??"
"AAAAAA so that whole Asura Field just now was actually a father-daughter situation??"
"No, wait, then who was that black-haired one just now?! Hua Hua's mom? No wonder she looks so much like Hua Hua, like they came from the same mold. I thought she was some high-quality imitation."
"So when the stream cut out just now, Hua Hua was acting cute in her dad's arms?"
"My god! What kind of human tragedy is this restaurant staging?!"
Hua Hua looked at the man before her who claimed to be her father,