"I just won’t." She didn’t know why she wanted to stop him, maybe she just wanted to salvage some face for herself. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novèlfire.net
Looking at the boy, she said with a light laugh, "I remember now who you are. I heard that the Gu family has a second young master who is an illegitimate child and also disabled. I guess that’s you!"
She didn’t understand what ’illegitimate child’ meant, only having heard the adults say it, and that it didn’t seem like a very nice word.
But she knew what ’disabled’ meant, that his legs didn’t work and that he was different from normal people.
Because his attitude had hurt her, she just wanted to mock him a bit, to win back some ground, but she had no idea that she had stepped on his sore spot.
The boy’s face immediately turned very gloomy, his eyes emitting a fierce glow like a wild animal.
The sunlight came from behind him, making his complexion even more dark and terrifying.
Mo Yan shrank her neck and stammered, "You are inherently an illegitimate child and disabled."
"Ah—" The moment her words fell, he pushed his wheelchair forward and knocked her to the ground.
It hurt, her hands scraped on the small stones, the skin breaking.
And her knees, just hit by the hard wheels of the wheelchair, were now fiercely painful.
She intended to curse back in anger, but meeting his terrifying face, she cried out in fear.
Her mud-covered little hands went to wipe her tears, instantly smearing her whole little face.
Her crying attracted Mo Ran, who had been looking for her, and another, smaller shadow rushed into his line of sight.
She blankly glanced at her sister, who lay crying in disarray on the ground, then at the fierce-looking boy and understood what had happened.
"You bullied my sister!" She couldn’t beat him, but she could throw a stone at him.
Without thinking, Mo Ran picked up a stone and threw it.
"Thud—" The stone hit his forehead, and blood instantly streamed down.
Mo Ran was petrified; she hadn’t meant to crack open his skull, she just wanted to throw a stone, to scare him off. She didn’t expect anything to happen.
Frightened by doing wrong for the first time, she too started crying, terrified of being taken away by the police.
The adults arrived after hearing the noise. The boy’s father didn’t ask anything; he just slapped him and then, with an apologetic smile, went to apologize to her parents.
Mo Ran saw a flash of pain in the boy’s eyes and felt he was so pitiful. His head was cracked open, and yet he was still hit by someone.
She, who had always been a good girl, felt a violent impulse for the first time.