Lu Yao greedily smelled the braised pork in front of her. She was so hungry that she was about to faint. Perhaps she really felt that she was about to starve to death at that time. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had the courage to provoke that terrifying man no matter what.
She snatched the bowl from the man's hand and began to run as if her life depended on it. She was only ten years old that year. Before she could take two steps, the man grabbed her by the collar.
The man threw her to the ground and gritted his teeth. "How dare you snatch my things? I'll beat you to death today!"
Every time Lu Yao thought of the man's ferocious face and hoarse and unpleasant voice, she would shiver.
The other party dragged her far away on the mud road. Lu Yao's body was covered in wounds, and most of her clothes were soaked in blood.
