Fallen (II)
Xiong Wuyue's knees weakened.
She held onto the chair to keep herself from falling.
There seemed to be an echo inside her mind, continuously reverberating until she felt that her head was too full to the point of exploding.
"Why… why are you… like this?"
Her voice was trembling.
The person in front of her truly looked like a tramp.
His sunken eyes and his hollow cheeks were signs of malnourishment. His yellowed skin made the bruises on his body appear even more hideous. It was as if someone picked him up from a dirty corner of the street and thrashed him.
Xiong Wuyue could not really relate this ghastly man to his elegant father who always wore a smile in an expensive suit. Her father would not even allow a single speck of dust to cling on his ironed suit or his sparkling shoes.
Why… why did he turn into this in just a few months?
Xiong De saw her beloved daughter's pale and crestfallen face.