"Help! Help!" Zhao Nuanyue cried out again and again, screaming at the top of her lungs, hoping someone would save her. But all she received in return was Mrs. Li's scornful smile and sinister laugh. No one else responded.
"I'd advise you to save your strength. I'm the one in charge here. No one is coming to save you. Just serve my son well, and if you make him happy, I'll be a little nicer to you. Otherwise, I'll torture you slowly until you learn to obey."
'Youth is a wonderful thing!'
"Help! Help! I'm begging you... let me go!" Zhao Nuanyue wailed in despair. "Heavens above, open your eyes! Why do you let the wicked live so well while the good are driven to such despair? Open your eyes and strike these heartless, inhuman monsters dead..."
