She looked very thin and weak, her face yellow and emaciated. It was obvious that she had not had a good life before.
She seemed to be very afraid of people. Whenever someone spoke to her, she would either hide or run away. She was not willing to speak.
The old master had just lost his son, and seeing that his only granddaughter was not willing to be close to him, he suddenly thought of his rebellious son and flew into a rage at her.
She was surrounded by cups and plates that had been smashed by the old master's anger. The anger was also directed at her, and the old master had even said many unpleasant words.
She was already eight or nine years old and had her own cognitive abilities. She was sure that old master did not like her, but she did not cry or make a fuss. She just stood there and endured old master's anger. She told old master word by word that she wanted to go home and that she did not like it here.
