Wen Xing almost went mad when he saw the thick stick about to smash onto his mother's head.
He wanted to push his mother out of the way and use his own body to block the stick, but his mother held him tightly, struggling to break free.
At that moment, Wen Xing felt almost hopeless, knowing how his mother had worn herself out taking care of him over the years!
She never indulged in good food or wore nice clothes for herself!
She had only tirelessly taken care of him, of him who was disabled!!!
This damned disability!!!
From the moment Wen Xing was amputated, he had never shed a single tear; he did not want to make his mother sad or disappoint his sister!
He had always been strong, but now, as he saw the stick about to hit his mother's head, his tears suddenly streamed down.
"No!!!"
Wen Xing's face was split with a fierce expression filled with intense indignation and resentment!
Whoosh!
