"Ce... Cecelia..."

Thin gray wolf squeezed out a kind smile.

"I was relieved to see that my daughter had such strength... Cough... Cecelia, please protect yourself, protect Damon, and don't make the same mistake as me and your mother..."

As the lean gray wolf spit every word, he will spit out a mouthful of blood. His pale grey fur was quickly turned dark red by his own blood.

But the smile on his face was undimmed. He seemed to want to put his remaining little vitality, all with a pair of raised mouth, to his daughter, bloom the last smile in life.

"Cecelia... We do not deserve to be your...