When a person is harmed, what they actually fear the most is recalling that process of victimization, which is equivalent to being placed back on the scene and suffering the pain all over again; the magnitude of psychological damage is imaginable, isn't it?
Zhou Dajun was no exception; he wasn't a mentally strong person to begin with, and now, interrogated by his father, he couldn't help but tremble all over as he recalled the full process of being ambushed, his teeth chattering, his gaze dull and his face displaying sheer terror.
Fear, he was afraid; Wufu's cold-hearted ruthlessness frightened him. That couldn't be human; it must surely be a demon.
Zhou Dajun stuttered through the account, drenched in sweat. He couldn't dare anymore, dared not see Wufu, nor his aunt. He couldn't dare anymore.
