You Xi could not move a single muscle. He was crumbling into utter despair inside. What evil had he done to have such an uncle, who just appears and disappears without a trace, who tortures him if he said one word that was out of place?
You Xi sat limply on the ground. He was wondering if he should get up. Even if he got up, it was highly likely that he would be beaten so badly that he would be on all fours again. It was a waste of energy to stand up.
He looked at You Yi. His uncle's frosty, impassive gaze pierced straight into You Xi, sending another shiver throughout his limbs. He did not try to argue and pushed himself up from the ground. He ducked his head and stood in front of You Yi, his posture deferent and still. He did not dare to make a single move. "Uncle… I–I…will stand…" he stuttered.
He would feel a little more relaxed if he stood up. Sitting down… Hmph… He would be sitting so close that it would be easy to get kicked.
