An Ziqing watched TV, but scenes flashed through his mind like a movie, nonstop.
It was in a place covered with snow.
There was not a trace of green plants around.
At a glance, there seemed to be endless white snow.
A middle-aged man in white, with a golden beard, golden hair, and a pair of emerald green eyes, looked very authoritative.
A woman was kneeling on the ground, also dressed in white.
She was holding on to the man's leg, crying out, "Father! Please spare Jia Luo! It has nothing to do with Brother Luo! Really, it has nothing to do with him! It's me, it's all my fault alone!"
The man kicked her away, "You ungrateful child! As the eldest daughter of Yak, you have utterly embarrassed me! Pregnant at 16! If the child's father is not Jia Luo, who else could it be! That damned thing, I kindly took him in, and he dared to touch you! Even got you pregnant! Simply unforgivable!"
