A Ling had no idea what was wrong with Yu Sui. She had just walked over to her when another woman's voice rang out behind her, scolding, "Don't call me your sister!
"I don't have a sister like you!"
A Ling was struck as if by lightning. She whipped around and saw a family arguing on the mirror-smooth ground.
A mother being beaten and cursed at by her husband, and a younger sister being beaten and cursed at by her older sister.
The house was in chaos. The two being beaten were already covered in blood.
The older sister kicked the girl into a corner, then snatched away the money jar the girl had clutched desperately to her chest. "Our parents can't be relied on at all! And you're even less reliable! I'm leaving this place today. No one can stop me!"
"Give me the money! If you want to die in this house, then go ahead and die! Don't drag me down with you!"
The father charged over, brandishing an Iron Hoe, his face contorted with rage. "You little bitch! How dare you fight your old man for the money!"
The mother, her head split and streaming with blood, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and cried, "Go! Hurry and go!"
Hearing their father's furious threats, the older sister struck harder and harder. "Give me the money, you little bitch! If you want to die, then die by yourself!"
She picked up the clay jar and smashed it down on her younger sister's head. As she heard the girl wail, she clawed at her hands and seized the money jar, then fled, nearly crawling as she went.
The memories buried deep in A Ling's mind stirred awake with each scene unfolding before her. Fear descended again, like a