But this time is different.
She didn't expect Li Qiu to hit her. In her impression, Li Qiu was a bit aloof but genuinely good to her. Except for the time she left, Li Qiu almost never raised her voice at her. She thought the most Li Qiu would do was scold her, but she didn't expect to get slapped.
The anger inside was bubbling up uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and fiercely suppressed it.
Endure!
If she couldn't endure the small things, she would mess up the big plans. She wanted to gain Li Qiu's forgiveness, so what's another slap?
"Don't cry in front of me. If you feel wronged, just get out!" Seeing the tears on her face, Li Qiu grew even more annoyed, sitting down on the chair and turning her face away coldly.
"Aunt, I'm not wronged, not at all." Ji Wei moved to face Li Qiu, one hand covering her swollen, painful cheek, crying in sorrow: "If hitting me can relieve your hatred, then hit me again. I won't feel wronged…"
