I said in a sarcastic tone, then turned around and wanted to leave.
His father stood there foolishly, unable to react in time.
All of a sudden, the wet rock flung me onto the wall. Then, it leaned over and looked at me seriously. I avoided his gaze, but I could not retreat.
I pushed him a few times, but he didn't move at all. With more strength, my already extremely weak body began to sweat again. I knew that I couldn't hide my weakness in his eyes. Helplessly, I held my head high and glared at him, using this weak resistance to refuse him firmly.
We were facing each other like two wild leopards.
My grandmother waved her hang syringe and cried, "Pig, why are you so thin? How many years have you suffered? My heart aches! I..." She couldn't help but burst into tears.
As my father cried
