Han Yuxiao turned quite pale, not even knowing how to react, she stood there stiffly, completely unable to think.
She had been spoiled from a young age, willful and reckless, and she couldn't even distinguish right from wrong in many matters. She never considered what she should or shouldn't do; she only thought about herself, whether she was happy or not, never if others were happy.
But her father's words were like a thunderbolt, striking hard at her heart. Was she afraid of death? Of course, she was afraid of death, but she always thought that no matter what she did, her father and brothers would support her, and she had nothing to be afraid of. But now her father told her that there were times even he couldn't protect her because she was too utterly wrong.
