"Fight..."

"it's best if he's dead." Yan Zheng suddenly interrupts her, and tears slide out of her eyes. "He makes my mother sad and sad. He's not worthy to be my sister's father!"

"fight, don't think so," Butong forced himself to resist the bitterness of his heart, wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at him seriously. "He didn't do anything sorry to you, don't hate him."

"but my mother still misses him, doesn't she?" Yan Zheng's tears were more and more fierce. "My sister's birthday is the same day as him. Before we went back to China, when my sister's birthday, I saw my mother crying quietly."

Butong...