Xiaoyuan nodded, and then shook her head.
"I slapped him twice and then told him I wanted to get a divorce!" Xiaoyuan said, looking anxiously at Xie Zhinuan. "I'm serious, Master, I... I can't even stand his touch now, it hurts all over!"
"Is it because the injuries have not yet healed?" Xie Zhinuan asked.
"No, the injuries are healed. I'm usually not in pain, but when he is close to me at night, I feel terrible. I can't get over it, I hate him. During that scuffle, he grabbed me first, and his sister and mother took the chance to kick me hard in the stomach!"
Xiaoyuan said this and cried her heart out.
If it had been at that time, Dong Sheng would have gotten angry on her behalf, would have argued with his sister and his mother for her, would have stood up to protect her, and she might have felt a lot better.
But he didn't.
He was a dutiful son who never questioned right or wrong.
She felt aggrieved, and he apologized, but what good did an apology do?
It was useless.
