He didn't understand his younger daughter's thoughts; she had always been closer to his wife, not him. His younger daughter's thoughts were always the same as his wife's, always opposing him. He wanted to give his little girl the best—money, care, love—but she was never satisfied. He didn't know what more he could offer her. As a father, he would have no problem even giving his life for his daughter, let alone just money.
"Do whatever you want," he was tired. Every time he felt this exhausted, he just wanted to escape from this home, run far away. In the past, there was his elder daughter, Manman, whom he could rely on, but now even she had been driven away by them.
Seeing her father leave without a backward glance after those words, Wen Yuan felt an unending freeze in her heart, layers and layers of ice enveloping it. She felt from that moment on, her world would have no spring, only winter.