At first, I always cried loudly because I couldn't stand the bone-crushing pain. I thought this would make my mother feel sorry for me and not hit me. But slowly, I discovered that as long as I cried, I would be beaten harder. If I bit my lips to hold back my tears, my mother would quickly stop. So gradually, I stopped crying, because I know that crying is the most useless and stupid thing, because no one will pity my tears. Only by making myself colder can I protect myself.