"Hit her! Hit her for me! Beat that little beggar to death!"
The arrogant yet childish shouts sounded especially grating in this secluded corner of the alley.
Several half-grown children punched and kicked a skeletal little girl covered in mud, who lay curled up against the wall.
Li Wuyou watched the scene before her.
The little girl being beaten was her younger self.
Once, whenever she recalled this past, she had felt only numbness and cold.
"P-please... please..."
The little beggar pleaded desperately, only to receive even fiercer punches and kicks.
The haughty boy tossed down half a blackened bun with a look of disgust, then sneered as he thrust his mud-covered shoe in front of the little beggar.
"Lick it clean."
Li Wuyou watched the little beggar shake her head in despair, watched the light slowly fade from those once-clear eyes.
She watched that imperious boy raise his foot and stamp hard on the little beggar's filthy face, grinding it back and forth.
"No one in Qinghua Town dares refuse me! If you won't lick it, I'll kill you!"
That stomp seemed to land on the heart of the Li Wuyou standing there now as well.
Her eyes turned scarlet in an instant.
Terrifying killing intent made the surrounding space twist violently.
Just as Li Wuyou was about to unleash a massacre, a figure appeared with his back to her, godlike in her heart.
Li Wuyou stared blankly at his back.
That figure had been the first ray of light to shine into her life.
His name was Li Xinge.
She watched Li Xinge strike, watched the heads of those wicked boys fall, watched that utterly depraved young wastrel collapse to the ground.
Li Xinge turned and lowered his gaze to the little beggar on the ground.
His voice