Although there was a year's difference between the two, Mo Yan, after entering this world, had eaten well, drank well, and nourished her body with Spirit Spring Water. Her strength was much greater than Mo Yongxi's, who had much less to eat and drink. When Mo Yan exerted her strength, Mo Yongxi cried out in pain, and her curses became uglier and uglier.
"...Let go, let go! You nasty little bastard who's born of a mother but not raised by one, how dare you bully me! You show no respect for your elders, you'll be struck by lightning, struck down, you nasty little bastard, struck down..."
Mo Yan turned a deaf ear. If there really were such things as being struck by lightning, it wasn't likely to be her fate. Watching Mo Yongxi struggle like a madwoman, Mo Yan suddenly released her grip. She watched, expressionless, as Mo Yongxi fell to the ground, butt first, under the force of inertia.
