Su Ningyan desperately clutched his gunshot wound, her hand instantly stained red with his blood.
Feng Jinghan struggled to open his eyes and saw tears trickling down Ningyan's face.
He tightly held her hand, "Ningyan, don't cry, I... I've long wished to be with your mom. I've... already made... my will, half of the Feng Family's f...fortune will be your dowry. I want you to m...m...marry grandly..."
Listening to him, Su Ningyan felt even more distressed, "I don't want your dowry. You have not fulfilled your duties as a father; I've never experienced a father's love. You can't die. Even if you die and meet my mom, she won't forgive you, do you hear me?"
"Silly child... don't... don't cry... Your mom was the woman I loved the most in my life... Can you forgive your father?"
In Feng Jinghan's life, he regretted most about Lin Xiaozhu.
His only daughter refused to recognize him. All he wanted while living was to make it up to her, never to make her sad.