Asano Fūsei suddenly felt disillusioned with life. A once-in-a-generation hero like Long Aotian, now reduced to the designated scapegoat. It's like the hero doesn't have the courage of his youth anymore.
If I weren't already Long Aotian with a family, and you two weren't just my wife's parents, just by making me take the fall like that, don't you believe I could play out a dozen chapters of showing off and face-slapping?
Don't bully a poor middle-aged man, damn it!
"It's got nothing to do with me...Dad..."
"You're still talking back! Asano, what did I say back then? You weren't supposed to let my daughter suffer even a little bit, did you manage that?"
Asano Fūsei looked puzzled, "I did manage that... now pretending... to be sick is your granddaughter... what does it have to do with your daughter?"
"Now Nazuki is so weak! Isn't my daughter feeling wronged? As a mother, do you think she would feel good inside?"
