Chapter 1199 - Chapter 1199 Chapter 1201 Soul Break (15)
Chapter 1199: Chapter 1201 Soul Break (15) Chapter 1199: Chapter 1201 Soul Break (15) “Zhiyou, your mother and I have been out of love for a long time. I think you should know that. But even if we get a divorce, my love for you will never change.”
Qin Zhiyou’s hand twisted abruptly, and he snapped off the head of the robot he was playing with–now it was completely unplayable.
“What’s the point? Before, you said I was your only treasure, your only child. Adults’ promises are like farts–don’t make them if you can’t keep them. Stinks, doesn’t it?” His voice was childlike, yet the tone was as cold as ice.
Qin Weizang didn’t want to say anything more, nor could he find the words. He set the Thunder Fighter aside, walked toward the door, but hesitated, “Zhiyou, won’t you really go out with Daddy? I found out that tonight, downtown, there’s a live performance of the Masked League you’ve been looking forward to. You can understand English, right? Haven’t you always wanted to see the Masked League perform?”
However, Qin Zhiyou didn’t say a word and kept his head down, playing with the now headless robot.
Qin Weizang took one last look at his son. The setting sun spilled in from outside, casting light on his son. Head bowed, his expression calm and silent, as if an invisible wall enclosed him. His throat bobbed, and he had barely taken a few steps when suddenly, a loud crash sounded.
Qin Weizang startled and turned to see that the Thunder Fighter he had bought for his son was gone. The window was wide open, the curtains fluttered, and dogs were barking downstairs. Then the butler asked, “Why did a toy fall down?”
No need to guess–it was thrown by Qin Zhiyou.
The more love there once was, the more hatred there now is. Qin Weizang felt deeply sad but at a loss for what to do; after struggling for a long while, he could only gently close the bedroom door.
By the time he shut the door, Qin Zhiyou had placed the hand-held robot on the table. Couldn’t Dad recognize it? This toy in his hands was a gift from his ninth birthday.
He didn’t need a new Thunder Fighter or care for a Masked League performance. All he wanted were his parents at home with him every day, or at least for the family to be together occasionally when they did come home.
Unfortunately, this wish would likely never be fulfilled.