When Qin Su'e heard her father speak, she sneered internally. Indeed, he was being ungracious, but had they ever shown her any grace? If they had, why would she be living like this now, like a reviled bedbug?
Yet Qin Su'e knew it wasn't the time for her to explode, so she followed her father's finger towards the woodshed and slowly walked over. Alright then, the woodshed it was. When she no longer wished to endure, these people would pay the price they deserved.
At that moment, it was as if there was a demon inside Qin Su'e, breeding hatred that made everyone in the house shiver uncontrollably, suddenly feeling an eerie chill. They rubbed their arms and each walked away.
Left alone in the woodshed, nobody bothered to ask Qin Su'e if she'd eaten. In their minds, a lunatic had no sensation—whether she ate or not was inconsequential, so no one cared how she was.
