Immediately following, was the sound of a whip cracking down, over and over.
The woman cried out in pain, unable to suppress her groans.
I didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and took out the key to unlock the door.
The sight that greeted me was a woman, covered in wounds yet extremely frail, kneeling on the ground.
"Lin Huan, I need to let you know that if you start hitting people the moment you wake up, I will never save you." I rushed over and hugged my mother's frail body, glaring at Lin Huan as I spoke in anger.
Lin Huan's pupils trembled, his face an unnatural shade of iron blue.
His hand holding the whip shook violently, with fresh blood trickling down the soft leather, drop by drop onto the ground.
It was clear that the pain inflicted by each lash of his whip must have been immense.
One strike would probably take half a person's life.
Yet he kept beating my mother, despite her frail body.
With a "slap" sound, I received a heavy slap on my face.
