Shi Shi: (๑•́₃•̀๑)
"It's bitterly cold, snowing, and getting dark. This is the last day of the year—Christmas Eve."
....
"She didn't dare to go home because she hadn't sold a single matchstick, had not made a single penny, and her father would definitely beat her."
....
"Finally, she struck one, and hiss! The match lit up..."
Just as little Shi Shi was absorbed in reading the story with her phonics.
A harsh voice interrupted her.
"Little beast! What is the meaning of the story you're reading! Are you saying I abuse you?!"
Unbeknownst to her when, the middle-aged man on the sofa had risen.
He grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at Shi Shi.
"Ah! I...I didn't..."
Shi Shi, in pain, clutched her arm that got hit and spoke weakly.
"Shi Shi knows, Daddy is the best father in the world."
The man, unmoved, picked up something from the table and furiously threw it at Shi Shi.
"Slut! Your mother is a slut! You're a born cheap bone too!"