Underground at the Yin Family home, Little Flower's wrist was tightly clamped by Mr. Yin's large hand, her small figure stumbling as she struggled to keep up with Mr. Yin's brisk strides. Her shoes were nearly worn out, and her dress was covered in dust, looking extremely disheveled.
Just looking at this scene, it's hard to believe they are a biological father and daughter.
On either side of the pitch-black tunnel, only occasional oil lamps provided illumination. The lamp oil wasn't known, yet the circulating air before Mr. Yin passed could ignite them spontaneously.
A peculiar scent pervaded the entire tunnel, growing stronger the further in they went.
Strangely, instead of feeling drowsy in the dim environment, one became increasingly excited.
