The mother also stopped crying and looked at her daughter with extremely shocked eyes.
Xiling Ye frowned frivolously: "How dare you say such arrogant words? Did you know that there will be trials in that place that are more terrifying than death!"
Hua Ying's eyes flashed, and in Hua Ying's heart, the most important thing was that her mother, sister, and younger brother, and the whole family, lived safely.
If she could exchange for their happiness, she would do it no matter what the cost.
Hua Ying nodded heavily: "What I want to do is to be strong!"
Only the strong can protect their loved ones, themselves, and those around them from bullying.
A glimmer of disdain flashed in Xilingye's eyes. He was furious now. The more presumptuous this girl was, the uglier his face became.
"Hua Ying~" The mother's stunningly beautiful face was moved. She shook her head at Hua Ying, extremely worried.
Hua Ying looked at her mother and asked her to take care of the injury immediately.
Xiling Ye's sharp eyes were focused on Hua Ying, and he walked towards Hua Ying with an iron whip in his hand. With sharp eyes, he said sharply to Hua Ying: "Get up!"
Hua Ying, who was kneeling on the ground, felt her heart pounding in her throat. It was the first time she mustered up the courage to speak to her uncle in this tone. She calmed down and stood up.
The lady had not taken a few steps while holding her son in her arms when she heard another sound of whipping behind her: "Pah——"
Madam's heart tightened, and she turned around and saw a blood mark on Hua Ying's back. The beautiful pink skirt was torn open, and the blood suddenly poured out, dyeing the light red color into deep red.
It hurts! It really hurts!
Huaying felt a heartbreaking pain in her body, and she held back the tears swirling in her eyes. The sudden whipping was beyond her endurance limit, but there was only one thought in her heart, she must hold on!
Before Hua Ying could recover from the harsh whip, another heart-rending whip followed. Her petite body failed to stand firm and fell to the ground. She immediately gritted her teeth and refused to let herself go.
Make a cry of pain.
Unable to cry or shout in pain, Huaying wiped the tears from her face and stood up with a trembling body.
The housekeeper hurriedly ran over, took away the unconscious young master who was seriously injured in his wife's hands, and went to heal his injuries.
"Brother, stop it quickly - you have already beaten Feng'er like that, and now you want to attack Hua Ying?" Madam turned back and ran towards Hua Ying, but when she got excited, her center of gravity became unstable and she fell to the ground, breaking her knees.
"What did you just say?"
"What I want to do is to be strong!" Hua Ying endured the severe pain, her face turned pale, her voice trembled in the wind, and she repeated it again,
"Pa—" Another whip fell hard on Huaying's body. Xilingye's bloodshot eyes widened, feeling really upset.
Hua Ying couldn't stand this time. She bent her legs and knelt on the ground. She tried hard to get up, but she couldn't.
The girl's skin was extremely tender and could not withstand a severe blow from the iron whip. The red scars on her back were so painful that Huaying was almost speechless.
This is what pain feels like, but the physical pain is far less than the disappointment in her heart.
"I asked you to say... I asked you to say it! You girl who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!" Xilingye scolded angrily while swinging the iron whip at Huaying without sparing any effort.
The pain was so extreme that her body was numb from the severe pain. Huaying lay on the ground. After each whip fell, she tried hard to stand up, but the next whip... her brain became dizzy.