Lin Yueqin was in so much pain that she couldn't even stand up. She fell to the ground, her face deathly pale, and looked at Ye Chuyi with a mixture of shock and anger. The intense pain rendered her speechless.
Ye Chuyi stood erect, looking down at her, and then she stepped on her fingers.
Another round of piercing, agonizing screams and curses ensued.
But Ye Chuyi seemed deaf to it all, her demeanor nonchalant: "I seem to remember, when I was little, you stepped on my hand because you thought the clothes I washed weren't clean enough, Lin Yueqin. How much strength did you use then? Fifty percent? Seventy? Or was it all your might?"
With each word she uttered, she added a bit more pressure under her foot. By the time she reached "all your might", all her weight bore down.
