C1170 1170

"I don't believe it..." The girl seemed to see the truth in everyone's eyes. Her voice was getting lower and lower, and her eyes were beginning to mist, but she still persisted: "I believe in my father!"

The man didn't want to argue with a little girl about this, it seemed childish. He rubbed his flaxen hair and sneered, "I won't do such a suicidal thing anyway