Xia Zhiyun's expression slightly changed, "He's already dead!"
Xiyan's eyes flashed with a hint of shock, speaking in disbelief, "Dead, dead?"
Xia Zhiyun closed her eyes, as if avoiding something, "Yes."
"Even if he has passed away, there should be a name..."
Xia Zhiyun did not speak.
As soon as she closed her eyes, the scene from that night more than ten years ago would vividly emerge in her mind.
Five-star hotel, luxury suite...
A man of noble bearing, with an exquisite face, the body leaning over her.
And the low panting sound of that man beside her ear.
Over and over, he took her again and again.
But later...
Xia Zhiyun suddenly opened her eyes, looking at Xiyan, "Without a name, he's just a scoundrel. Mom doesn't even know his name. His existence is a disgrace to mom. In my heart, he's already dead, do you understand?"
Scoundrel?
So, does it mean that her father might really be a rapist?
Feeling so disheartened inside.
