Unable to live, unable to die.
Li Chengxiang had never imagined that this was the choice her biological father had given her.
"...If it were the third sister standing here today, would you still make such a demand?"
Li's father remained silent, sitting in his chair and slowly picking up the collection of poems from the table, glancing at her leisurely.
Li Chengxiang's heart turned cold in an instant.
The day Li Chengyuan smashed her head on the stone outside this room, Li's father had also stood from afar and watched just like this.
So it didn't matter who was standing here today; to Li's father, there was no difference.
Ever since his son died, he had become a completely different person, no, perhaps in his eyes, his daughters were just tools he could use to trade for a future all along.
