"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Yu flicked her forehead. I have the final say.
Jing Tong covered his forehead with his hand, his expression somewhat dazed.
After a while, she choked and said, " B-because I can't tell you not to care about me, and not to care about my father's life or death, Yingluo. I can't do it, Yingluo. I can't do it, Yingluo.
As she spoke, her tears flowed more and more violently.
If her father was sentenced, she would not blame anyone because she knew that her father deserved it.
However, she could not personally destroy her father's hope of living. She could not personally send her father to his death. Anyone could do that, but she couldn't.
