However, Mu Shaolei was very willing to confide his unhappy past to Mi Jing. Perhaps, deep down, he had truly started to see her as his sister, or maybe as a substitute for his mother and sister.
In a low voice, Mu Shaolei continued, "That day, she beat me with a thin cane. Seeing that I neither cried nor resisted, she started swearing at me. When she grew tired, she suddenly smiled at me, lifted me up to sit on the sofa, and spoke to me gently, saying she would make tea for me to drink. Because I had been beaten so many times, I had developed a fear of her. On the surface, I obediently nodded, but inside I was filled with alertness and vigilance. So, when she approached me with a teapot of boiling water, my body was stiff, and my eyes were fixed on her hand holding the teapot."
"Are you afraid of me?" Mu Shaolei remembered Su Aiping asking with a soft voice, but it carried a chilling and sinister terror that raised goosebumps.
"..." Mu Shaolei didn't speak, only shook his head.
