Feeling ashamed and aggrieved at his anger, she cradled her face as fat teardrops rolled down her pale cheeks and quivering lips; anyone who saw her like this would feel heartbroken!
Mister Lu's heart ached at how haggard and disheveled his daughter looked.
He reached out to help her up.
She shunned his hand, though. Holding in her grievances, she stood by herself and ran up the stairs without looking back.
With a pong, the door was slammed shut.
Looking down at his stinging palm, he now regretted his action; he momentarily lost his cool and ended up smacking her hard in the face.
He went up to his daughter's room, only to hear her weeping from within.
Worried, he knocked on the door. Her cries stopped at once.
"Tiantian, dad was at fault. I shouldn't have hit you… Open the door and tell me what happened to you, okay?"
"Don't bother me! G-Go away!" wailed his daughter.
