"You little bastard, keep screaming! Keep screaming!"
"If you dare make another sound, do you believe I will cut out your tongue!"
Baby Mu's tiny body shrank into the corner, trembling without cease.
Ever since he could remember, any time he made even the slightest noise, he was either threatened or beaten!
As long as he stayed quiet, or huddled in a corner not drawing attention to himself, he could avoid the beatings and scolding.
He would hear people call him: Retard! Idiot!
He didn't know what that meant.
But, he knew that this way he wouldn't get beaten or scolded.
Even when there were noises, he pretended not to hear and didn't react. As time passed, he learned to camouflage.
Not making any noise nor reacting to any noise became his only way to protect himself!
After a long time, Baby Mu finally calmed down.
He slowly lifted his head to look around the room and quickly went to his father's room, dove under the bedding.
