His hands ceaselessly reached forward, dragging his body along—the more he struggled, the more pathetic he appeared.
Bai Dan's face darkened, unable to bear the sight of his lack of spirit. He walked over and fiercely kicked his foot.
Agonizing pain shot through him, tears welling up in his eyes as he suddenly jumped up.
Good, wasn't he standing now?
So, he could still stand up?
He leaned against the wall, staring at the two old men before him with terror. They were too frightening, truly too frightening.
How could they treat him this way, still laughing—this wasn't his dad, but a devil, a devil.
Bai Dan and Old Han found seats and sat down, just waiting for him to run back.
Oh, if only there were some sunflower seeds and a cup of tea right now.
"Sunflower seeds, want some?"
Just then, Old Han actually pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds and placed them in front of Bai Dan.
