Keira Leaf's eye sockets were slightly sore, and seeing him covered in sweat made her heart uncontrollably ache.
Dad, I'm sorry...
Really sorry!
"Felicity, don't be afraid, daddy will definitely get you out! Will definitely get you out!" Michael Leaf spoke urgently, seemingly afraid that Keira Leaf would lose confidence because of this, repeating it again and again, trying to give her strength.
Almost identical words, he had also spoken to her in the same way when she was eighteen years old.
At that time, she chose to believe, but what she awaited was eternal despair and betrayal.
And now several years later, it's almost the same scenario, the same words, from the mouth of the man she called father.
But she didn't hesitate, she still chose to believe.
Not for the tangled history of those years, but for his now grey temple hair and the suit soaked with sweat.
"Dad, take good care of yourself." Keira Leaf slowly blinked her somewhat moist eyes and softly advised.
