Yun Ya, being short and lacking in strength, didn't pack much force even at her fullest effort, but the iron handle was solid, and it was a wonder if it didn't leave a mark when it hit the fragile skull.
In pain and disbelief, Yun Sha turned her head.
The little girl held the dustpan with both hands, her pair of shiny black eyes gazing heavily, enshrouded in clouds and mists, dark and oppressive.
Her small figure stood ramrod straight as if no hardship could ever crush her, her expression stubborn yet enduring.
However, her trembling fingers betrayed the fragility in her heart at that moment.
"You... you..." Yun Sha pointed at her, and instantly blood oozed out from her forehead, sliding down the side of her face in a horrifying trail.
Yun Ya's eyes were fixed on her, fierce like a leopard ready to pounce, ready to tear apart anyone who dared to harm her with her sharp fangs mercilessly.
