He suddenly stood up from his knees, grabbed his wife's hair, and yanked her off the kang onto the floor, slapping her hard across the face. Instantly, her sight became blurry with stars and blood streamed from her nose. "You damn dare lie to me!!"
While her son was hitting his wife, Lv Shuifeng wasn't idle. She took out a needle and, gritting her teeth, stabbed the entire needle into Zhao Er's arm flesh. "Dare you say I won't live past fifty!"
Zhao Er's screams turned into a miserable and piercing wail, echoing until night.
That night, they didn't let Zhao Er off easy either. They doused her battered body with cold water, locked her in the pigsty, forcing her to reflect on her mistakes.
It rained at night; in the filthy pigsty, Zhao Er shivered from the cold, trying to get as close to the pig as possible to stay warm.
A flash of lightning illuminated the figure outside the pigsty, the downpour casting the red silhouette like a statue standing there.
