C154 Six Fingers of the Killer

Yan Wenjun's voice was low and cold as he stood in front of the tombstone. Every word he said seemed to echo in the mountains, echoing in Bai Weixi's heart.

"Dad!"

When he said one word softly, she already had tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. It was all my fault!"

She cried and collapsed in front of the tombstone