Qian Renxue tugged faintly at the corners of her mouth. She wanted to smile, but she simply couldn't.
She lunged toward Qian Daoliu and asked, "Grandpa, are you... joking with me?"
It wasn't that she didn't believe her grandfather. It was just too hard to believe.
Bibi Dong was her birth mother.
Every time they met, Bibi Dong acted as though she hated her.
But surely she wouldn't have... killed her father?
Yet Qian Daoliu said nothing. He only looked steadily at Qian Renxue.
His gaze chilled her to the bone. Her mind went blank, and she couldn't even form a complete sentence.
Qian Daoliu said nothing either. He sat there with his head lowered, unsure how to face his granddaughter.
After all, when Qian Xunji was killed, he had failed to protect him.
Grandfather and granddaughter remained frozen like that for a long time. When Qian Renxue finally came back to herself, she found that her eyes were wet.
Her lips trembled, but something seemed to be lodged in her throat, blocking her voice.
"Wh-why?"
At the sound of her voice, Qian Daoliu finally raised his head.
"Back then..."
His voice was low as he told her everything that had happened, bit by bit.
Only now did Qian Renxue understand why Bibi Dong hated her so much.
She wasn't the child of a loving father and mother at all. She was a product of hatred!
The father she had always thought perfect and flawless had, to her disbelief, been a beast who forced himself on his own disciple!
And the mother who had always treated her with hostility was the one who had killed her father!
So all these years, she had hated the wrong person?
Seeing Qian Renxue so lost and devastated, Qian Daoliu's heart ached even as