Screams like those of crows echoed, as Fan Rou's mother emerged from inside.
"Sorry, my hand slipped." Fan Rou picked up the durian again.
"Hand slipped? You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Fan Li slapped Fan Rou twice more.
Fan Rou silently endured it all, but in her heart, she swore an oath that the suffering she endured today would one day be fully tasted by Fan Rou and the others.
"What's wrong? Did it hurt you anywhere?" As a benevolent mother, Fan Rou's mother was most concerned about her own daughter.
Fan Li took off her shoes and socks: "Look, it's swollen."
Serves her right, Fan Rou cursed in her mind, but slowly bowed her head, afraid that the hatred in her eyes would be revealed.
"How could you hurt your sister's foot like this?" Fan Rou's mother questioned: "She's a dancer, don't you know?"
Her sharp words were like a spike, piercing into Fan Rou's heart, causing her to ache profoundly.
