She carried the heavy bridal skirt and ran to him.
She took his arm, her hands trembling and terribly white, and she looked at him crying and shaking her head.
"Don't ask for it, please let my father go, okay?"
She hated him.
I hate it.
But now she had to beg him for mercy.
It's ridiculous.
He withdrew his hand emotionlessly, and she accidentally fell to the ground.
She looked up at him and heard his distant, tired voice coming overhead.
"Sir, your father deserved the death penalty for killing forty-seven innocent workers." “” She smiled wryly.
Oh, yes.
Her father deserved it.
But that's her father Even if he had committed a terrible sin, he was still her beloved father How could she ignore and watch him die No.
She couldn't.
She crawled to his feet, grabbed his trouser legs, and looked up at him as embarrassed as a dog.
She dropped all her dignity and cried and begged him.
"Please, please call the courthouse and let them release my father."
"Actually, everything I did was I wanted to kill you, my father just helped me implement the plan, and all this has nothing to do with my father" "I killed the forty-seven innocent workers, and I should die to those who want to die."
"Please spare my father, okay, I'm willing to accept any punishment" Her father gave her life and pampered her all her life.
Now, she is also willing to use her life to save her father.
She was willing to bear all the sins of her father on his behalf.
She was willing to stand at the torture table in the wilderness, kneeling to bear the cold bullet through her skull.
She was willing to be reviled as a murderer by all the people in the world, and cursed that she should go to a hell full of fire.
She is also willing to go to that hell, to be roasted beyond recognition by the fire of hell in the myth, and never to be reborn.
She would do anything.
As long as she could save her father.
What do you want her to do She's willing to do both.
All she had to do was save her father She let go of all her gestures, and she begged him to be as humble as a dog.
But he pulled his foot away, his face did not change his color, and he was ruthless.
He looked at the gloomy sky outside the church door and said, "Syr, you want to die, but I don't plan to let you die. ” "I'm going to have to keep you alive."
"Let you run to your father's grave every day to see your foolish father, and endure the reproaches of the world every day.
That's better than just killing you."
He glanced down at her and pursed his lips sarcastically, "Much more interesting." ” "Huh."
She laughed self-deprecatingly, letting go of the hand that was gripping his trouser legs.
Kelly, who was standing under the rostrum, looked at the huge foreign clock in the center of the church, and said in surprise, "It's already 9:59, and Mr.
Rist will not be sentenced to death with one minute left."
After Kelly finished speaking, she raised her hand with white silk gloves to cover her mouth, lowered her head and said with a guilty face, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned these sad things." ” She looked up at the bell in the center of the church.
When she looked up, the second hand of the clock happened to turn to the number twelve.
"Knock" A bell rang in the tranquil church.
"No" She screamed heartbreakingly.
It was as if what she heard was not a bell.
It was a gunshot that rang out.
A gunshot that deprived her of her beloved father.
She lay on the ground, crying silently. oshow7 t1706231537: