In Ji Zhinan's mind, her father had always been a very handsome man, with a youthful appearance compared to his peers, broad shoulders, a slender waist, and long legs that were rare among middle-aged men. No matter when or where, he always gave people a sense of noble elegance etched into his bones.
This was the first time she had seen her father like this—
He slumped to the ground, utterly dejected, his dark eyes bloodshot, stubble growing on his face. His tie was loosely draped around his neck, four or five buttons were missing from his shirt, his expensive suit was crumpled, and empty wine bottles were piled up at his feet.
"Dad!" Ji Zhinan rushed forward and snatched the wine bottle from his hand.
"Stop drinking! You're ruining your stomach!"
Li Yuan, whose bottle had been snatched, instinctively wanted to explode, but the familiar voice made him freeze in place.
Looking at Ji Zhinan, who was full of concern in front of him, and seeing those red eyes that looked exactly like Xi Luo's, his mind was instantly flooded with happy memories from the past and the cold evidence he had personally investigated.
He never believed that his little Luo was lying to him, so he tried his best to find evidence. But what he found was all evidence that proved Hart hadn't lied...
His whole body became agitated, every vein throbbed with a burning sensation, as if countless insects were tearing at him, making it unbearable.
Li Yuan's eyes turned sinister as he stared intently into those eyes, as if he could see Xi Luo in them, his eyes filled with endless pain.
He reached out and shoved him violently, growling hysterically, "Why did you lie to me?!"
Ji Zhinan was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground, his head unfortunately hitting a corner of the oil painting on the ground.
She felt a sharp pain in her head, braced herself on her elbows, and reached out to touch the back of her head, only to find her hand slightly damp.
Seeing the red mark on his fingertip, Ji Zhinan's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked at Li Yuan with a hurt expression.
Li Yuan was clearly drunk; only at this moment could he vent his inner pain.
Holding a pair of scissors, he cried and stabbed at the portrait of Xi Luo, shouting, "You lied to me! You lied to me! You lied to me!!!"
Li Yuan threw away the scissors in his hand and laughed maniacally, "It's all fake, hahaha, it's all fake!"
He tried to stand up, but his body was weak from drinking too much. Before he could get up, he fell to the ground in a sorry state, his palm pressing down on the extinguished cigarette butt.
Li Yuan has always been a very disciplined person. He doesn't smoke, rarely drinks, and never goes to nightclubs. This day and night really made up for all the cigarettes and alcohol he had never smoked or drunk in his life.
Several empty cigarette boxes were scattered on the ground. Li Yuan groped around on the ground and finally found a lighter.
Looking at the portraits of Shiro scattered on the floor, pain filled his mind and heart. He laughed and threw a lit lighter into the pile of paintings.
The bottle that Ji Zhinan had just snatched still contained more than half a bottle of wine, which she then tossed aside, spilling a considerable amount of it onto the painting.
With a loud "boom," flames erupted rapidly, and with the aid of the painting, the fire spread faster and faster.
The sight of the raging fire suddenly sobered Li Yuan up. When he saw his daughter standing blankly at the edge of the fire, his pupils contracted and he rushed towards her like a madman.
"Nannan, Nannan..."
Gu Yibei kicked the door open and, seeing the scene inside, frantically shouted at the doorway, "Bai Chuan! Get someone up here to put out the fire!"
After saying that, he rushed in without hesitation.
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