When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 72 Seeing but Not Recognizing

"Dad... Dad..." After a long while, Zhou Ling came back to her senses. She knelt on the ground with tears in her eyes and stretched out her trembling fingertips to pick up the pieces of wood on the ground.

"Don't pick it up." Zhou Li picked up his daughter.

"Your father has someone else down there. He doesn't want us anymore. From now on, he is not your father. Remember that?"

Feeling sorry for his daughter's pitiful crying appearance, Zhou Li suppressed his anger and explained to her.

"Ah...?" Zhou Ling wiped her tears and looked up at her mother in disbelief.

But when Zhou Ling saw the heartache and seriousness in her mother's eyes, she suddenly couldn't cry anymore.

Mother would not lie to her. Although her father had passed away for many years, this was the world of immortal cultivation and ghosts and gods really existed. Mother said that her father had someone in the underworld, so maybe... it was true!

Seeing the grief in his daughter's eyes gradually fade away, Zhou Li lost the strength to continue holding her. He loosened the back of her collar, put her on the ground, took out a chair from his storage ring, and sat down slowly.

"I really miss him. I have been raising my daughter alone for eight years. Life is so tiring. I miss him whenever I have free time. But he is a heartless man. He made me find a new lover, pretended not to know me, and abandoned my wife and children. Ugh, what a scumbag."

Zhou Li's shoulders, which had been straight, suddenly slumped at this moment.

When she first came to this completely unfamiliar world, she suffered a lot. She couldn't speak the language and had no one to rely on. If she hadn't met the child's father, she would probably not be alive today.

The child's father at that time was a handsome little beggar. Like her, his mind would get confused from time to time. But Zhou Li was a face control, and she couldn't walk when she saw the little beggar's clean face for the first time.

Later, the two supported each other and went a long way.

He taught her to speak, and she protected him.

In the mortal world full of worldly affairs, the two went from begging on the streets to slowly building up their own small home, owning a few acres of land, and raising a flock of chickens and ducks.

Those years were the most beautiful life Zhou Li had ever experienced.

But accidents always come so suddenly. When she was pregnant with Ling'er, she was always unwell, couldn't eat, and often vomited. The child's father accompanied her to the clinic to take her pulse. She still remembers the excitement and joy of the child's father when he heard that she was going to be a father. The scene of him holding her hand, calling her name over and over again and saying thank you to her seems to be vivid in her mind.

There was a gentle breeze that day. There was a pie stand on the street opposite the clinic. The aroma of the pie was blown over by the wind, making her stomach growl.

The child's father was a considerate person. He asked her to wait in the clinic for a while while he went to buy some cakes.

After he left, he never came back... Zhou Li would rather think that he was dead than to doubt whether he suddenly disappeared and really left his wife and children alone.

After so many years, she still misses him and burns some paper and burns incense for him every year with her daughter.

But now, everything is a joke!
Even if that face turned into ashes, Zhou Li would be able to recognize it, let alone the owner of that face, who was standing right in front of her alive!
The eyes have changed, the temperament has changed, the identity has changed, but that face is still stunning from beginning to end.

She wanted to chase him and ask him why he left her and her.

But when Keren really stood in front of him and met his shocked, puzzled and slightly unfamiliar eyes, Zhou Li's heart felt like being stabbed by someone.

"you are?"

The familiar voice of the child's father actually asked who she was.

It's only been eight years. Has she changed so much, or has the person in front of her completely forgotten her?

"A Yuan, who is this?" A stunningly beautiful female cultivator came out from nowhere and gently placed a cloak on Sheng Yuan's shoulders.

Zhou Li ignored the woman's slightly hostile look and just focused on looking at him, trying to find a hint of guilt in his eyes, but there was none.

All she saw was strangeness and alienation.

In that case, let him be.

"Sorry, I admit my mistake."

Zhou Li shrugged, calmly turned sideways, and passed him by.

She even heard the woman behind her shouting angrily, "Where did the smell come from?" and asked who she was scolding.

But Zhou Li didn't want to care about anything anymore.

Since he doesn't want to recognize her, then forget it. Now she and her daughter are living a good life. Her daughter doesn't need him as a father, and she herself, if she wants, certainly won't lack a man.

Although his thoughts were rational and his actions were cool, when he returned to his own yard and to his daughter, Zhou Li still wanted to cry.

(End of this chapter)