He has never loved you

And only because of this one promise, he has willingly endured Xia Ming again and again. "Go to your room, Xia Ming," he ordered.

"Otherwise, what? You will kill me? You know what, dear Uncle Su, I am not afraid of death." she laughed.

"Don't make me say it for the second time." He glared at her. Looking at his son, he said, "Send her to her room,"

Su Xian nodded. He knew his father was barely controlling his anger. Grabbing Xia Ming's arm, he pleaded earnestly through his eager eyes. "Xia Ming please, go to your room…"

"Brother Xian, why…" Xia Ming was about to adamantly disagree but perceiving his pleading look, she agreed relentlessly. "Fine.".

Stamping her dainty foot, she glared fiercely at Su Junhan. "I wish you rot in hell," she said, before running upstairs towards Su Yanruo's room.

As soon as she left, Su Junhan seized the lamp that was kept on the narrow table beside him and hurled it across the room. The lamp crashed onto the ground, breaking into several minute pieces, and only then he felt a little better. "Foolish girl. Always boiling my blood," he muttered fiercely under his breath.

"Father, calm down. You know how overprotective she is Xiaoruo," Su Xian said, trying to appease his father's anger.

"Teach that girl to talk to me nicely otherwise next time, I will forget the promise that I have made to her mother," he said through gritted teeth. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed down.

"Okay, Father." Su Xian nodded.

Upstairs, in Su Yanruo's room.

Compared to the whole house, Su Yanruo's room was completely different. It was simple, pretty, and full of life. The whole room looked wonderful as if the person has put his heart and soul into decorating the room. Several beautiful hand-painted paintings decorated one of the walls of the room while the other walls were painted in a beautiful contrast of red, white, and gold.

An enormous white bed was placed in the middle of the room, on the left-hand corner was a wall which was constructed into a little library. Several books were placed on the shelves and in its right corner was a small cozy chair. A fireplace was there inside the room to make the room warm.

When Xia Ming entered the room, it was all empty. She glanced to her left and then to her right, but there was no figure of Su Yanruo. Where is this girl? She wondered, walking toward the washroom. "Xiaoruo, are you there?" she asked, knocking on the door.

But there was no reply. Xia Ming sighed knowing that she wasn't there in the washroom. First, she carefully locked the door, and then she walked towards the big bookshelf in the room and gently pulled out the only red book present on it. Immediately, the bookshelf split into two and a hidden door emerged in front of her. Walking inside, she sighed in relief on seeing Su Yanruo standing in front of a large canvas and painting something on it. This time, she was wearing an old white long sleeve t-shirt with overalls which had paint smeared all over it. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, in her left hand was the color palette while she was painting the picture with her right hand.

"Xiaoruo, are you alright?" Xia Ming asked, without entering the room.

This was Su Yanruo's special room and nobody was allowed to enter this room without her permission. Compared to her bedroom, this room was a little small yet it was a perfect glimpse of Su Yanruo's heart. Here, inside the room were several paintings of only one person - Su Yanruo's mother.

Every time, when Su Yanruo would be sad or when she would feel low, she would come here, lock herself in this room and paint for several hours.

Xia Ming sighed when she received no reply. "Xiaoruo…." she called.

"Come in," Su Yanruo said, her hands not stopping for even a moment.

"Are you alright?"

Su Yanruo nodded. "I am fine. What can happen to me?"

"You don't have to pretend in front of me, Xiaoruo. I know you are sad because of what Uncle said and after that incident, I know how much you hate - wait" Xia Ming paused. Glancing at the painting which Su Yanruo was making, she frowned thoughtfully. "This is not Aunt's painting. What are you making?"

"Xia Ming, this person is my biggest clue," Su Yanruo answered.

"This black clock, green mask-wearing person?"

"Yes, I am pretty sure he is connected to my mother's death. He can be the mastermind or an accomplice in my mother's murder and I need to catch him." Su Yanruo fumed.

"How will you find him? Under that mask, he can be anyone." Xia Ming said.

"Ji Chenglang" Su Yanruo answered with an expressive shrug. Keeping down the palette from her hands, she walked towards a little washroom inside her room and washed the paint off from her hands. Wiping her hand on a towel, she glanced back at Xia Ming who was still looking at the painting very closely.

"What happened?" she earnestly asked.

"Nothing." Xia Ming shrugged.

"What is it? Tell me," Su Yanruo urged knowing there was something in Xia Ming's mind.

"I want you to kill your father and end this suffering," Xia Ming said surprising Su Yanruo with her words.

"What?" Su Yanruo was merely stunned. She knew that Xia Ming hated her father even she, herself didn't like her father that much. But she never thought that Xia Ming would have thoughts about killing her father.

"Why are you so shocked? Xiaoruo, tell me honestly. Did you never think about killing him and ending your suffering?" Xia Ming questioned.

Su Yanruo hesitated. "Xia Ming, he is my father."

"Father?" Xia Ming snorted indignantly. "Is he a deserving to be called your father? Has he ever done anything for you without being selfish? Every time, he has done something that has hurt you. He has never loved you. He only knows how to precisely control you and make you his wonderful puppet." she ranted.