When the cold wind filled his throat, Lin Yichuan saw Li Na standing on the edge of the cliff, her nails digging into her daughter Walnut's arm.
"Jump down, I can let her live." The woman's voice was covered in snow particles, like the glass of red wine with ice when they first met, but now it was quenched with poison.
He believed it.
The moment her body hit the abyss, from the corner of her eye, she saw Li Na letting go of her hand with a grin on her face. The two-year-old Walnut fell like a butterfly with broken wings, shouting "Daddy".
The second before the severe pain exploded, Lin Yichuan's nails dug into the rock wall, carving the face and his daughter's last cry into the broken bones.
When I opened my eyes again, the world was bustling and feasting - this was half a month before the end of the world broke out.
When the reborn person returns with hatred from the bottom of the abyss, he not only wants to tear that hypocritical face to pieces, but also rebuilds a different empire.
Lin Yichuan was thinking about Walnut and said softly: "Don't be afraid of Walnut. Dad will make everyone who hurts us miserable."
