Xie Yan slowly reached out his hand, his movements gentle yet carrying an irresistible force, and gently turned Yu Yuehui's face towards him. His gaze was fixed on her eyes, his expression serious, and his voice low and gentle, as if afraid of disturbing her: "Then, in your heart, is this matter really over?"
He paused, then asked with concern, "Or rather, deep down, do you no longer care about these hurts?"
Yu Yuehui and Xie Yan locked eyes. Looking into his eyes, which were full of concern, the painful memories buried deep in her heart surged up like a tidal wave. Her eyes gradually welled up with tears, and her vision blurred.
How can I forgive?
How can I forgive them?
Those vicious words, those harsh insults, those accusations that distorted the truth, were like sharp knives hidden deep in her soul; even the slightest touch would cause her excruciating pain.
She was clearly the innocent victim, the one who suffered harm!
However, he was betrayed by the villains and suffered all the pain and injustice.
That argument!
Like a storm that had gotten out of control, the heated argument quickly escalated into a physical fight.
Yu Yuehui will never forget that old woman from the Liu family who went to the eighteenth level of hell after her death, who charged at her like a mad bull, and her mother was sent flying.
Her body flew through the air like a kite with a broken string, tracing a twisted arc before crashing heavily to the ground. Her body trembled, and the expression on her face was one of extreme pain and contortion.
Her painful groans still lingered in her ears years later.
For a long time afterward, she lived in the aftermath of the fear of that conflict.
Even the slightest overhearing of others arguing triggers a conditioned reflex of panic and a frantic heartbeat in my chest, as if it's about to burst out of my chest.
Her body would tremble uncontrollably, as if she had returned to that chaotic and terrifying scene, where pain and helplessness followed her like a shadow, clinging to her tightly for many years.
No one knew that, witnessing this scene, in her extreme anger, Yu Yuehui forgot what fear was. That day, she ran home, grabbed a kitchen knife, and rushed outside, only remembering to hide it halfway there. That kitchen knife is still in their family's possession; she had hidden it in her bosom at the time.
The cold touch of the blade mirrored her own heart at that moment—cold and resolute.
Looking back now, it seems ridiculous. At that time, she had imagined every possible scenario, even the scene of going to jail after committing murder.
But she felt no fear whatsoever; she had only one thought in her mind—if those people dared to lay a hand on her mother again, she would definitely go forward and kill them.
At that time, she was already prepared to die together with her opponent.
Yu Yuehui didn't remember what happened after that, but in the end, she never had a chance to take out the knife.
So to this day, no one knows about this.
This led her to shoulder everything on her own from then on.
Yu Yue wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "You think this is the end of it?"
"No!"
Xie Yan's heart clenched suddenly, and a feeling of suffocation welled up inside her.
With tears in her eyes, Yu Yue smiled and said, "When adults lose an argument and suffer a loss, they can still take it out on children!"
The next day, on her way home from school, Yu Yue was beaten by that old man. How ridiculous could his reason be? He said she had picked leaves from their tree.
How ridiculous!
What a ridiculous excuse; those leaves aren't made of gold either.
Besides, who didn't pick the leaves from the trees by the roadside!
Even though there were so many people in front of him, all holding leaves, he seemed to be blind, unable to see anything except himself.
She would never forget the feeling of that slap landing on her back. It was an adult swinging with all their might, each slap carrying a chilling force. After a few slaps, her vision went black and her mind went blank.
His body began to sway uncontrollably, his steps faltered, and he almost fell to the ground.
At that moment, it felt like countless bees were buzzing in her head, as if the whole world was blocked out, and everything in front of her became blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of fog, a complete mess.
Her throat felt like it was choked by something, and she lost her voice. She seemed to have really gone mad, unable to cry or even think of crying. It was as if she were in the vast universe, forgetting who she was, where she was going, or what she was supposed to do. She just stood there dumbfounded.
Having lost all five senses, all that remained was bewilderment and helplessness.
She doesn't even know how she got home that day!
Human nature! It's truly wicked to the extreme!
Stunned by the beating, Yu Yuehui forgot to tell her parents. It wasn't until much later, when that damned old man was bragging outside, that he let slip that he had been severely beaten and that his hands were numb afterward.
Grandpa Yu overheard this and rushed in, gritting his teeth, wanting to get justice for his granddaughter. But he was persuaded by just a few words from the other person.
Grandpa Yu is truly a good person. He was so good that after learning about this incident, he felt it was his granddaughter's fault. Why did she have to pick other people's leaves while walking properly?
If we don't pick the leaves, won't everything be fine?
The old man who was supposed to be boiled in oil after death gave a very hypocritical smile, flattered Grandpa Yu a few more times, and finally said casually, "I just gave him a light scare, I didn't hit him hard. Kids make mistakes, a little scare is enough."
Grandpa Yu believed this, as if the angry person from just moments ago wasn't him at all.
Much later, Yu Shan and his wife learned about this, but so much time had passed, what good would it do to know?
No amount of anger could help. Qian Hong was filled with resentment, but she could only curse in private to vent her anger. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she took it out on Yu Yuehui, accusing her of not telling anyone when she was beaten and just suffering in vain, as if all the blame lay with Yu Yuehui for not knowing how to confide in others.
What's even more ridiculous is that now that the old man is old, he's become kind and even looks benevolent.
It's as if everyone has amnesia, forgetting all his past evil deeds. They all choose to forgive him with great compassion and kindness, as if being old is some kind of powerful spell. With just the word "old," all the evil he did before can be erased with a single click. In people's memories, it seems that all the mistakes in the world can be easily forgiven in the face of so-called "old age."
But why should I?
Why should evildoers go unpunished and live freely?
The victim has to forgive him; if he doesn't, they think he's petty and narrow-minded.
Yu Yuehui still wanted to ask, "On what grounds?"
Why should he be able to understand so easily? What about all the suffering she endured?
Is she just unlucky?
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