Duan Hongye sneered, "Why can't I come here? Is it to make it convenient for you all to insult my sister like this?"
Seeing Duan Hongye, the old man no longer cared about his own physical pain, and yelled, "Duan Hongye, you must leave this place now, you have no idea what you're doing."
Duan Hongye sneered, "I know exactly what I am doing right now. On the contrary, it's you who are senseless, committing such beastly acts."
Duan Hongyu, who had been lying on the stone bed, draped her tattered clothes over herself and slowly sat up, leaning against the stone wall. She looked at the old man on the ground with eyes filled with hatred.
The old man glanced at Duan Hongyu and turned back to say, "Duan Hongye, you must hate us a lot now, thinking we've lost all our humanity to treat your sister this way, right?"
Duan Hongye angrily said, "She is my sister, my kin. Shouldn't I, as her brother, feel rage over her suffering?"