Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of whipping continuously echoed in the woods. Wei Wan knelt on the ground, body upright, wearing only undergarments, revealing large patches of skin—snow white yet blood red.
She was already very familiar with this kind of punishment, knowing she must keep her body straight so that her father could more conveniently hit her entire body with the whip.
Otherwise, if her father got angrier, there would be more severe punishment.
Wei Wan's face was expressionless, her body covered in a mix of old and new scars, blood dripping, a horrific sight.
But she didn't make a sound. This sort of physical pain she had endured for over twenty years, and no matter how painful, she had grown numb to it.
Yet the sting in her heart was more unbearable than the pain in her body.
