She Was Provoked

At the Mo villa in suburbs

Xia Yuwei came back from hospital looking even more vulnerable, her curly eyelashes fluttering with contentment.

She walked into the villa holding Mo Yixuan's hand, so tight as if a declaration of sovereignty.

He Xiyan had not moved from the living room couch, her dreary face covered in tears pouring down from her flooding eyes.

She clenched the corner of her clothes and felt her heart being clenched, too. Bruises from the kicks could be seen all over her legs, sending pangs from to time to time. She still hadn't thought of a way to clear herself to Yixuan from the accusations Xia Yuwei made ­– she never pushed her, let alone hit her. Nevertheless, words failed her, and there were no cameras in the guest room nor any witnesses.

What am I going to do? She put her arms around her knees and rested her chin on them, like a kid being wronged.

The three returned.