"Dad…?"
Ouyang Haitao's lifeless body was lying before her. She was yet to completely sink into her consciousness but in that blurry state of mind, she still recognized her father clearly. She saw a stream of something reddish flowing out of his head. As she tremblingly touched it, a nauseous feeling churned the insides of her stomach.
It was wet and sticky which stained her fingers in crimson too. She let out a gasp and almost slipped into unconsciousness again. She couldn't figure out the heads or tails of this situation before her.
What happened…? Why is Dad lying on the ground like this…
W-weren't we eating cake in the morning? Then…then I don't remember…
"Dad?" She gently nudged his shoulder, but there was no response. "Dad? Dad?"
She breathed hard in fear, as if a sinking feeling of doomsday was here.