Shi Nuan knew that in the end her Father was soft‑hearted; he had only been married to her mother for twelve years.
Counting the days they were in love, it added up to not even fourteen years.
And Li Guirong had given birth to Shi Jiaojiao for her Father; Shi Jiaojiao was even one year older than her.
Calculated like this, Li Guirong had been following her Father for twenty‑four years already.
Twenty‑four years of entanglement—wanting to be completely ruthless was indeed far, far too difficult.
Especially since all these years, her Father had truly cared about Li Guirong: guarding his son, guarding his wife, guarding two daughters—in his eyes, this was the bliss of family life.
But he had never expected to learn such a thing in his middle age; for him, without a doubt, it was a heavy blow.
She might be able to understand, but she could not accept it.
Because her mother had died, and this searing grief was something she would never forget for the rest of her life.
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