Upon hearing King Jinrui's question, Luo Qi'an's heart felt as if countless spice bottles had been overturned, filled with mixed emotions.
Confusion, anger, pain, self-blame, regret and other emotions surged and intertwined like a raging tide, almost suffocating him.
Ning'er was Wen Ruo's own flesh and blood, born after ten months of pregnancy, enduring excruciating labor pains, and countless days and nights of meticulous care.
They shared the same fiery blood; they should have been the closest mother and daughter in the world.
But what kind of demons had blinded her mind, and what kind of evil thoughts had taken over her heart?
How could someone be so heartless as to commit such an outrageous and inhumane act? This is simply unforgivable!
Within Luo Qi'an's chest, a raging fire burned fiercely, the flames intense and scorching, as if they would incinerate his entire being.
This anger was partly due to intense resentment towards Wen Ruo's unforgivable actions.
He wanted nothing more than to grab her by the collar and scream at the top of his lungs, demanding to know why she was so heartless and why she had ruined her own daughter's life.
The other half is a deep and endless resentment towards oneself.
He kept asking himself in his heart, over and over again, what had blinded him back then? How could he have been so confused and stupid?
Like a blind, heartless, and soulless idiot, he turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to Ning'er's painful cries for help and her sad and helpless eyes.
How could we let the fact that our daughter is older, or that we so easily believed Wen Ruo's high-sounding lies, make us question her?
How could they so easily and carelessly ignore Ning'er's deep-seated pain and longing?
It was his dereliction of duty as a father, his negligence and inaction, that pushed his daughter into the abyss of darkness.
Let her struggle and sink alone in that cold, piercing, and sunless darkness.
Step by step, he has become the thin, haggard figure he is today, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
The adorable daughter he once doted on, who would call out in her sweet, childlike voice, "Daddy, hug me."
Now he is suffering in the mire of pain, but he is completely unaware and oblivious.
This regret was like an extremely sharp, gleaming dagger, piercing straight into his heart, causing him unbearable pain, and every breath felt like a sharp stab.
Thinking of this, Luo Qi'an's hand on Luo Yuning's shoulder tightened uncontrollably.
The fingertips were white from excessive force, and the joints were slightly bluish.
It was as if she wanted to use all her strength to convey all her guilt, heartache, and protectiveness to her daughter without reservation.
He was afraid that if he let go, his daughter would disappear from his world like a wisp of smoke, leaving him forever.
He gazed at his eldest daughter's thin, bony figure, which seemed as if a gentle breeze could easily blow her over, and his eyes quickly reddened.
Tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, blurring his vision.
His eyes were filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt and heartache, a gaze that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words.
He secretly vowed in his heart that for the rest of his life, he would give everything he had and squander all his wealth.
Even if it means going through countless hardships, he will do everything in his power to make up for the unforgivable mistakes he made against his daughter.
He wanted to help his daughter rediscover her own sunshine, to let her smile as bright as spring flowers bloom again, and to fill her world with warmth and hope once more.
Wen Ruo stood stiffly in place, her face as cold as ice, but a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.
That mocking smile was fleeting, yet it carried with it intense resentment and bitterness, like a cold arrow in the night, sending chills down one's spine.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Luo Yuning not far away, her eyes as complex as the sky before a storm, full of dark clouds and undercurrents.
His jaw clenched unconsciously, his lower lip turned bluish-white, and his hands clenched involuntarily, his nails digging deep into his palms.
A sharp pain shot through her, but she was oblivious to it, her heart filled only with endless regret and remorse.
At this moment, she felt utterly desolate, knowing clearly that the situation was completely out of control and there was no possibility of turning it around.
Luo Yuning, whom she once regarded as an ant, is now seemingly blessed by the great hand of fate, with unbelievably good luck.
Looking back, she was filled with regret. How could she have been so foolish back then, letting Luo Yuning go so easily with a soft heart?
If only I had been more decisive back then and taken her life, we wouldn't be in this predicament now, cornered and powerless, completely at their mercy.
She lowered her head slightly, and the wisps of hair on her forehead swayed gently in the breeze, perfectly concealing the panic and determination in her eyes.
Her brows were furrowed, and her thoughts raced wildly through her mind.
Various ways to escape flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, but as soon as each idea popped up, she rejected it one by one with the strictest standards.
All the surrounding sounds gradually faded away, leaving only the rapid beating of her own heart echoing in her ears, so suffocating it was hard to breathe.
She was completely oblivious, her mind solely focused on how to escape unscathed and save her life and her precarious reputation.
On the other side, Luo Shuyu and Luo Yurou, whose bodies were bound, stood frozen in place like two statues under a spell, unable to move.
Their faces were filled with disbelief, their eyes wide open, their gazes filled with shock and bewilderment, and their mouths slightly agape.
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