Fu Xinwu stretched out his hand and pointed at Jing Tong, his pale and slender fingertips almost touching Jing Tong's nose. He accused her in anguish, "Fu Yiming, I'm asking you, you want me to apologize to her now. Then what was the point of my mother's sacrifice? Did all the promises you made to her just go to the dogs?"
The last sentence was a retort using Fu Yiming's own words against him.
Fu Yiming was taken aback, feeling a surge of guilt in his heart. He had only wanted to win his daughter's blessing, how had it come to this?
"Xin Wu..."
He was about to make amends with his daughter when Jing Tong stepped forward, and her cheek collided with Fu Xinwu's finger, she cried out in pain and collapsed into Fu Yiming's arms, weakly.
"Jing Tong, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Jing Tong, holding her cheek with one hand, her eyes red, shook her head pleadingly with tears streaming down, continuously admitting her faults.
