Ruo constantly snorted at them or twisted her ears painfully whenever she found the father and daughter in bed like that or flirting like a couple. But the duo kept repeating it without a bit of bad conscience.
His daughter was his, her father was hers.
They felt totally great.
Watching the distant sun falling onto the horizon, both of them smiled as they once again embraced each other. Yes, this was it. Truly great life was this.
Who cared about traveling?
Her mother didn't let her enter the house that day and made her sleep outside. Her bastard father never helped.
She could only fume inwardly.
"You don't deserve my pure heart, Daddy!" she cursed.
"You shouldn't have fallen to his looks then, dumb girl," her mother shouted back at her. "Now sleep on the grass and repent for your actions for stealing your mother's husband."