[Abusive articles + physical and mental abuse + chasing wife in the crematorium + paranoia]
(When I was a teenager) -------
"Mom! I really didn't take it!" She cried, holding her head and hiding in panic.
The rattan was like a poisonous snake, chasing her and lashing out, falling on her back, shoulders, and legs, leaving behind raised, burning red marks!
"Need help?"
This voice... She froze, and her blood seemed to freeze instantly! Her head jerked up. It was that face that was too handsome and too cold—it was him!
(Many years later) -------
"That's enough."
He interrupted her coldly, his voice low, but with an unquestionable determination and complete denial.
"Noisy."
One word. Cold, clear, like a final verdict.
"Clean up and go back to your place." After he said that, he didn't even look at her again, as if looking at her any longer would stain his eyes. He turned around suddenly!
"And"
"Um... My hands and feet are unclean, my mind is not right, please stop the piano lessons."
"The hands and feet are unclean... The mind is not right..."
These eight words, like the most vicious curse, instantly pinned her to the spot!
The last trace of strength in her body seemed to be completely drained out, her eyes suddenly went dark, and her heart felt like it was being crushed by a giant hand!
