The night was dark, the sky was rushing with dark clouds, and there was rain falling.
Ivy sat in the firewood room with her legs bent, hugging her knees so tightly, through the narrow window, looking at the thick black clouds in the sky.
The scars on his body were hot and painful, but Ivy got used to it early, because the day of being beaten would come once every three days.
The old man would beat her if he drank too much, and he would beat her if he lost the money. Even if he was in a bad mood and the food did not fit his taste, he would beat her.
From childhood to adulthood, Ivy’s deepest impression of his father was that he wielded a fire stick, which was more terrifying than Yang Cai who wanted to **** her that day!
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