"Mom, what are you doing?"
Bai Xiaoxiao dropped the fruit in her hand and grabbed Qiao Xiuyun's hand.
Tears streamed down her fair and delicate cheeks, a piercing pain instantly coursing through her limbs and bones.
Words couldn't describe such pain.
She looked at her mother's swollen face through blurred tears, knowing it was her own doing.
Qiao Xiuyun hadn't slapped Bai Xiaoxiao's face but hit her own.
Yet Bai Xiaoxiao would rather her mother hit her, not herself.
The slap Qiao Xiuyun gave herself felt like a slap on Bai Xiaoxiao's heart.
Bai Xiaoxiao tenderly touched her mother's face and asked, "Mom, does it hurt? I'll get you some ice to put on it."
Qiao Xiuyun fiercely shook off her hand and said harshly, "I don't need your concern."
After speaking, she got up to leave.
Bai Xiaoxiao, in a hurried panic, clenched both hands around one of her mother's arms to stop her, pulling Qiao Xiuyun back onto the sofa.
