"Xin Xin, please look after Jiang Yang for me." Nan Fei, her eyes red with rage, snapped a thin willow branch from the roadside tree and lashed out without holding back.
"Since your parents don't know how to teach you manners, I'll take the honor today."
The willow twig was thin and flexible. Fuelled by her anger, Nan Fei whipped Wei An, leaving a red mark each time. Wei An, who had never been scolded or hit growing up, cried out in pain.
As he wailed, he spat out curses.
Nan Fei whipped him two or three times before she dropped the branch to check on Jiang Yang. Seeing a wound on Jiang Yang's forehead, where a stone had sliced the skin and left him bloody, she wished she had whipped Wei An even more.
"Jiang Yang!" Nan Fei bit her lip, her heart aching.