Wen Qirong pressed his lips together, his heart in his throat. His mind raced, desperately searching for any loophole, anything that might delay the crisis facing him and his daughter.
Alas... after much thought, there was no solution.
"Dad, why don't we just tell them? After all, the truth cannot be faked, and falsehoods cannot be made real!" The young girl tugged gently on Wen Qirong’s sleeve. Her voice, though tinged with tears, held a trace of resolve.
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