What My Father Buried

I can still remember the bloodstains at the village entrance that never washed away.

Back then, my dad Ryan brought people to beat the human trafficker who tried to kidnap me to death right there.

Years later, I left that isolated mountain village behind. I succeeded in my studies, and both my career and love life were thriving.

My boyfriend was a cop, currently chasing down a trafficking case.

One day, while chatting with him, I casually mentioned this old story. After hearing it, he stood frozen for a long moment.