In the haze, she saw the figure of a child approaching, with a look of contempt and mockery on his fair face.
"You deserve to be beaten by grandma. I'll beat you to death." The childish voice was full of schadenfreude and ridicule. She saw him bend down, pick up a small stone and throw it at her. She felt a pain on her forehead. She reached out and touched it, and it felt a little sticky.
It's sticky, it's bloodshot.
Chapter completed!