When Xu Weilai reached home, the housekeeper was shocked by the swollen red hand mark on her pale face and said, "I'll get some ointment for you, Miss Weilai."
"That won't be necessary," Xu Weilai replied.
Xu Weilai headed upstairs into her room and sat on the couch. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs as she curled herself into a small bundle.
With her face buried between her knees, her shoulders quaked as she sobbed.
After some time, her phone rang.
She slowly raised her head and wiped the tears off her chin. She picked up her cell phone, and when she saw the name of the caller on the screen, warmth enveloped her heart. She took a deep breath to suppress the lump in her throat and recovered her natural voice before pressing the "answer" key.
"Hello?"
The caller heard her voice and knew immediately that something was wrong. "Sis, are you crying?"
"No."
