On the third day, they finally figured out how to destroy my face completely and beautifully.
"Tsk tsk! You got injured too early. Some parts of you don't look good!" The burly man felt a little regretful.
Just as he was about to do it, he suddenly thought of an idea. "Hey, I heard that your father is a policeman. Do you want to ask for help?"
"If your father comes faster than my knife, you will be safe and I’ll spare your life."
"If he can't... Then you deserve it!"
I knew that I couldn't be saved, but I still picked up my phone with hope.
It would be nice to say goodbye to Dad.
But my dad hung up.
The second ring took a long time before it was answered. "Get lost! Don't disturb me!"
With that, he hung up again.
I stared blankly at my phone and laughed foolishly.
The strong man squatted in front of me and said, "Oh, I heard that your sister is going to attend the banquet. Your father is accompanying her to buy gifts."
"I've given you a chance. Don't blame me!"
"Blame your father for not loving you!"
As he spoke, he slashed down.
It took a long time for my blood to run out, and it seemed like I had been in agony for a century.
My soul felt numb before I stopped breathing.
The next day, my dad returned to his office.
His colleague asked him if he was going to pay his respects to his deceased wife tonight.
My dad looked at the phone for a while before he came to his senses and nodded.
I didn't know if he was thinking of me because I would send him a message every year asking him to take me with him.
He didn’t receive my message this year.
Auntie Barkley rushed in with flowers and questioned my father, "David! Can't you get in touch with Joyce?"
My dad's face darkened and he didn't say anything.
Auntieit Barkley and my parents had been good friends for many years, so she naturally knew our relationship. She said helplessly, "Joyce used to prepare flowers in advance to see Yvonne. I couldn't get in touch with her this time. I'm really worried!"
"Did something happen to her? Can you check it out!"
"She's an adult. I won't waste the police force for her!" My father's voice was cold, which made Auntieit Barkley speechless.
Looking at the photo of my parents on my dad's table, Auntie Barkley held back her anger.
She knew too well about my father's feelings for my mother and knew that losing her was a huge blow to him.
"The most important thing is to live a good life in this world!"