"Looking at his daughter's cold face, a twinge of pain gripped elder Mr. Gu's heart, as if countless unseen blades had stabbed him over and over again, "My daughter! Dad is really sorry! I'm sorry, sorry..."
Amid a torrent of apologies, Gu Qianqian finally stood, pointed toward the front door, and said, "Can I be alone for a while?"
"Qianqian..."
Before he could continue, she silenced him. With a stern expression and an emotionless face, Gu Qianqian said, "I don't think I can't talk to you properly at the moment, so, please go home!"
Gu Baichuan: "..."
Elder Mr. Gu was heartbroken at his daughter's response.
But he knew such a revelation was undoubtedly painful. He should give her time to accept it.
So, no matter how excruciating, he stood firm, "I know I have no right to, but, your dad will be waiting for you at home!"
Gu Qianqian: "..."
Home?
Did she really have a home?
She suddenly realized that the word 'home' had become the most ironic part of her life.
