"I'm going to hit you!" Hawking heard Luo Chao's words and reached out to hit him.
"Dad—" Yunhan, her gentle voice was the best assassin for Hawking's fiery temper.
"Let's go!" Held back by his daughter, Hawking stopped pursuing and instead pulled her along to leave.
"Yunhan—leave!" Hawking pulled, but Yunhan wouldn't move. Her eyes burned as she looked at Luo Chao, not taking a single step, as if once she turned, she would never see Luo Chao again.
That gaze, full of infatuation, intoxication, a faint mist, and a touch of sorrow... made even someone like Yan Ruyu, who hadn't spoken, feel a pang of sadness seeing it.
"Yunhan—" Seeing his daughter's expression made Hawking's heart ache, tears nearly slipping out. Why must the heavens torment this beautiful, kind, and gentle girl so? But he knew he couldn't let Yunhan be like this and thus dragged her to leave.
