When she was a child, every time Lin Yueqin wanted to hit her, it was her father who stopped it. Every time Lin Yueqin punished her by not allowing her to eat, it was her father who secretly gave her an egg.
Her father never hit her, and he even gave her one yuan for spending money every week.
For her, that was a substantial fortune and one of the few bright spots in her otherwise dark childhood.
Chuyi immediately apologized, "Dad, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you."
"It's okay, Xiaoyi, it's Dad who should apologize to you, I've dragged you down. Having me, a murderer for a father, you must have had a hard time out there."
Tears fell from Chuyi's eyes. The only person in this world who truly and sincerely loved her, was probably only her father.
She actually hadn't cried for a very, very long time. Since her father went to prison, she gradually understood that tears were useless.