A beautiful girl who bore a similar appearance to Liya and her maternal ancestors.
Wei'er shrank back in fear.
She dared not look directly into the man's eyes.
He was... her father.
Even if it was only by blood, he was her father, regardless of whether she admitted it, and that was an undeniable fact.
"What's your name?" the man asked hoarsely.
"Wei'er, don't listen to him," Liya said in a low voice.
The man continued on his own, "Wei'er, is it? That's a nice name, pity though. A girl born with impure blood, I won't acknowledge your identity."
"Who needs your acknowledgment! Giving you face, right? Sister Wei'er doesn't need acknowledgment from a vegetable like you, just scram as far as you can!" Aina pointed at his face and scolded.
Liya also looked at her adopted daughter with amazement.
When had Aina become so verbally adept?
"Who else is the child of impurity here? Liya, do you not know—"