Zhou Jingyun rolled on the ground in agony, her erstwhile grace long gone, her hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, her body covered in wounds. Bai Tong was simply scared stiff, and occasionally, when her mother failed to protect her, she too would suffer from Bai Zhenhong's lashing.
"Tongtong, run!"
As Bai Zhenhong prepared to whip them again, Zhou Jingyun, fearing for their lives, desperately grabbed the belt and shouted at her daughter.
Regaining her senses and truly frightened by Bai Zhenhong at that moment, Bai Tong immediately scrambled to her feet, her hair unkempt, and stumbled out in a desperate escape.
"Zhenhong, the child is innocent, if you must hate, hate me, if you must whip, whip me," Zhou Jingyun cried, clinging tightly to the belt. It must be said that she was still a mother, willing to be beaten to death herself, imploring Bai Zhenhong to spare Bai Tong.
Bai Zhenhong forcefully pulled the belt back, raising it again to strike Zhou Jingyun.
"Dad!"
