"Please, don't." Cecilia Adler was deeply uneasy about his resort to violence.
Unlike her, he didn't know when to stop.
"Mental torment is ten times worse than physical pain," she added.
Physical injuries can be healed with rest.
But mental wounds rob you of sleep and appetite.
"..."
...
In the bedroom of the main house.
Christal Russell watched the side house from her window. "Ian just left this morning, but he came back at noon, and again tonight. He even went into Dad's study just now. I wonder what they talked about. So secretive."
"This is his home. Is it so strange for him to be here? And we can't control what they talk about anyway," Qin Jin said, almost numb to it all.
'These days, his parents' favoritism toward his younger brother knows no bounds.'
'No matter what Ian says, they never get angry.'
'At most, they'd offer a half-hearted scolding, which was completely useless.'
'If I had known back then, I should have gone to the farm myself.'
