"Dad! Dad!" Su Qingxue startled awake from a nightmare to find Ye Fan sitting beside her. Haggard, she grabbed his arm. "I dreamed my dad was killed! Tell me it's not true! It's not true!"
Seeing Su Qingxue so haggard, Ye Fan truly didn't know how to answer. With profound sadness, he said, "Uncle is no longer with us."
Hearing this, Su Qingxue broke down, crying her heart out. Ye Fan pulled her into his arms. "This is my fault," he said. "I should have gone to the airport with you. I will avenge him!"
Su Qingxue was completely devastated. For three days straight, she remained in a daze that no one could pull her out of. In her few lucid moments, all she did was cry.
Seeing her wasted-away face filled Ye Fan's heart with sorrow. He hadn't left her side for days, which meant he hadn't had a chance to investigate the killer's identity. But that assassin is already on my death list.
