We ended up taking her with us.
What a bother.
But I didn't have a choice; she was Roushi's mother, even if she didn't deserve the title. This was her right, and when she looked pitifully at me, my feminist side couldn't just sit by and allow Lixuan to keep hitting her.
My hatred for him grew worse. How could he lay his hand on a woman?
The heavy front door of the manor clicked shut, sealing us inside. The oppressive silence of the car was immediately replaced by a new, suffocating tension.
Zhu Ri stood just inside the living room, trembling, her arms wrapped around herself. The faint red bruises on her neck and the dark, angry mark on her wrist were stark and violent against her pale skin. She looked pitiful.
But I didn't pity her one bit, at least that was what I thought.
