If you hate someone, even his breathing is a great sin. Li Lan adopted Qin Huai out of helplessness. She had never liked him. But after she left him and had her own son, this dislike turned into hatred.

She believed that if she had left Qinhuai earlier, she would have given birth to Qin Xilin.

The couple had evil thoughts towards their adopted son.

On a snowy winter day when Qin Xilin was born, Qin Dashu secretly returned home and took out two meat buns from his arms and gave them to Qin Huai. Qin Huai was flattered and took them in his hands and said, "Give them to my sister."

Qin Dashu's heart trembled inexplicably, and he said softly: "These are all for you, eat them yourself."

Qin Huai's eyes were red. He was still a child and had not felt the warmth of family love for a long time. Qin Dashu also had tears in his eyes. He touched his son's head and asked him: "How is Dad treating you?"

"Hello, Dad." Eleven-year-old Qin Huai said happily.

"Then Daddy will take you to a place. Can you please keep quiet?"

Qin Huai said, "Okay." The naive boy had no idea what his beastly father was going to do. He thought his father had become the good father he used to be and would treat him as well as before.

But Qin Dashu took a rope and led Qin Huai to walk with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Although it was very cold, he didn't dare to say a word.

Qin Huai's steps trembled when he arrived at his destination, because the place his father brought him to was a mass grave on the mountain behind the village. Over the years, all the underage children who died were thrown here. Normally, no one dared to come here. He didn't know how many corpses of children under the age of five were thrown into the pit in front of him.

"Dad, I'm scared." Young Qin Huai's legs and feet were trembling as he stood by the burial pit. Although his father was with him, he was still terrified.

Qin Dashu hardened his heart and said, "Be good, close your eyes and you won't be afraid. Qin Huai, don't move, bear with it, the pain will pass." As he said that, he took out a rope and tied Qin Huai up.

Feeling vaguely that something was wrong, Qin Huai called out softly, "Dad."

He is eleven years old and understands a lot of things, but today's scene scared him to death.

Qin Dashu's face was covered with tears, but he still tied him up firmly. Then he came to Qin Huai and saw his dark eyes looking at him puzzledly. Feeling guilty, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped him: "Close your toad eyes and don't look at me."

Qin Huai closed his eyes obediently, his frail body trembling uncontrollably in the wind, he was frightened.

Qin Dashu said quietly, "Don't blame me. You should have died a long time ago. I allowed you to live for several more years. If you want revenge, go find the person who threw you away, not me."

He held the rope in one hand and told Qin Huai to lie down on a pile of firewood prepared in advance and not to move. Then he lit a match, and the flame made his face red and gloomy.

Qin Huai was already eleven years old and understood very well what his adoptive father was doing. When a minor dies, the family will first set the body on fire to burn it to prevent the child from being eaten by dogs or carried away by weasels. However, he was clearly still alive, and his adoptive father brought him to a mass grave and wanted to set him on fire to burn him while he was still alive.

"Dad..." he cried pleadingly.

The cry was so tragic that the matches in Qin Dashu's hand fell on the snow with a plop. The sound was so sudden that he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, covering his face and holding his head to his chest. Qin Huai could clearly hear him sobbing, but after a while, he stood up with a fierce look on his face. He grabbed Qin Huai on the firewood and walked to the pit of bones. Qin Huai screamed in fear again: "Dad."

This time, Qin Dashu seemed determined, letting him get closer and closer to the snow pit. Qin Huai looked at him in fear, his eyelids drooping, not wanting to look at the child in front of him. Seeing Qin Huai reaching the edge of the pit and refusing to move forward, he quickly walked over and suddenly pushed hard...

In the memory of the original owner Qin Huai, he was so frightened that his heart was in his throat and he felt like he would vomit it out at any time. The moment he landed on the ground, it was like he had fallen into hell.

Qin Dashu's face leaned down from the pit. Qin Huai fell into the pit with a groan, but he stubbornly raised his head and looked up. The pair of eyes in the dark pit were as bright as two lamps. Qin Dashu was afraid and wanted to leave, but he soon heard Qin Huai's calm voice in the pit saying, "Dad, what do you want me to do here?"

Qin Dashu's heart trembled, and he hardened his heart and turned to go back. Qin Huai said loudly again: "Dad, I'm grown up and can work. I don't want to eat. Don't leave me here." Qin Dashu stopped and Qin Huai said again: "Dad, I will listen to you in the future and do whatever you ask me to do. Dad, don't kill me, Dad..."

Qin Dashu walked back with a hardened heart. Qin Huai's voice grew farther and farther away in the wind and snow. He breathed a sigh of relief when he could no longer hear the shrill pleading. At this moment, a sinister voice seemed to reach his ears again: "Dad, please kill me."

Qin Dashu shuddered inexplicably and hurried back to the mass grave. He shouted Qin Huai's name from above the pit, but Qin Huai made no sound. Qin Dashu immediately jumped down and saw Qin Huai lying motionless on the ground. He frantically hugged him and shouted, "Qin Huai, Qin Huai."

In the snow, Qin Huai's face was whiter than the snow.

He shivered as he unbuttoned his cotton-padded jacket and held Qin Huai in his arms, calling his name non-stop. After a long while, Qin Huai finally woke up. His hands desperately resisted Qin Dashu: "Don't kill me, let me die on my own."

"No killing, no killing. It's Dad's fault. Dad is not a human being. Dad will take you home now." Qin Dashu hugged his light body, tears streaming down his face.