At the sound of that name, Qian Renxue felt as though she had been struck by lightning. Never had she imagined that the girl she had pitied earlier was actually the woman she disliked most.
"How... how is that possible?"
She instinctively looked toward Bibi Dong, but this time, her eyes were full of sympathy.
Her own mother had endured something like that.
No wonder, whenever she had asked about her father as a child, Bibi Dong had always scolded her, her eyes filled with resentment.
"No wonder..."
"So that was why!"
Her mother had suffered such a thing in what should have been the most beautiful years of her life.
As a thought occurred to her, she began to tremble. "Could it be..."
"Was I... was I born because of that?"
Wu Qingkong gave her a gentle nod.
Qian Renxue trembled even harder.
"No, no..."
"How could my father be such a scumbag? No, this can't be true!"
Sensing her breaking down, Wu Qingkong reached out and held her.
"Don't cry, Xue'er. He's him, and you're you. You're nothing like that man!"
"You did nothing wrong. The only one at fault was that damned man. He committed that disgraceful act and brought shame on all of Spirit Hall."
"He was the one who didn't deserve to be your father. You're innocent."
"That's why even Senior Qian Daoliu found it hard to speak of after he learned what happened..."
"You're not like Qian Xunji. You've never done anything wrong..."
Wu Qingkong wiped the tears from Qian Renxue's face.
Yet she kept trembling. Only after a long while did her sobs finally begin to subside.
She turned, picked up a cup of wine, and walked over to Bibi Dong.
"Mom, this is the wine from Qingkong's and my wedding..."
"I'd like