Night of the full moon (4)

Ye Mei stretched out his hand and wrapped it around his waist, his tired head leaning against his broad back. "You can do it, you can do it! You don't know how much I once hated him. You don't know how much I once wanted to pick up a gun and point it at him like you did. I treated him as my most respected father. I admired him and admired him, but he never treated me as his daughter. I wanted him to die more than anyone else, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it. I knew how regretful I would be once he died. Do you understand that contradiction? Even if you can't understand, can you at least respect me?"

Ye Mei's voice was choked with sobs and tears gushed out from his eyes. Just a few short sentences had taken a lot of effort from her.

LAN Quan's back was still facing her. He didn't move or make a sound. His lips were tightly pursed. After a long time, he forcefully pried her hand away.