Inside the house
Chuner had been beaten by Old Lady Mo until she was drenched in cold sweat, her pain searing.
"Mother, Chuner is in so much pain, am I going to die?" Although it was clearly winter, Chuner's pain soaked all her hair, her small face scrunched up in agony.
Madam Xie was in extreme grief, tears and snot streaming down her face as she wept, "Chuner, be good, just endure a little longer, it will be better soon."
Madam Xie knew very well, no matter how painful, she could only ask her young daughter to endure; if the wounds were not tended to and became inflamed, the consequences would be unthinkable.
The scene inside the house was heartbreaking; no one from the Mo family even thought to come and see them, not even Mo Xiaoqiang, the girls' own father. He was not only indifferent to his daughter's life and death, but he even had the nerve to think about divorcing his wife. The village head felt very angry with the actions of the Mo family members.