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"He was especially terrifying when he looked at Little Jue. I was always afraid that he would go berserk someday and strangle Little Jue, so I always hid Little Jue whenever he went berserk. When I was much younger, I suspected once too often whether this damn man was my father. I would rather he beat me and scold me than look at me with such cold, merciless eyes as though we were trash. I am afraid that your master is the only person existing in his world."

He could not bring himself to say the term 'mother'.

Mo Shitian's world was so uncluttered and pure to the point he could not accommodate even the slightest imperfection. To him, the brothers were responsible for the death of his beloved, the betrayal of his love. He hence showed them nary any love.

"But you all still love him," Eleven said. "Very few children really hate their parents."

"Mmhmm, I don't hate him," Mo Ye said. 'There are occasional grudges, though.'