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Kim Seongmin and Li Minho were forced to sleep in separate rooms that day, and Li Minho was beaten all over.
The man forcibly dragged Li Minho out of the room and allowed him to be punched and kicked. Kim Seongmin wanted to follow, but was locked in the room, only able to shout Li Minho loudly.
"Brother! Brother! Brother..."
The only response to Kim Seongmin was the sound of a man's vicious cursing and the sound of whipping.
Kim Seongmin Tears almost dried up, throat hoarse, the door opened from the outside, and the sound outside became clearer.
Xia Zhiruo walked in, her eyes red. At that time, her legs were not yet injured. After closing the door, she hugged Kim Seongmin tightly.
"Mom... please don't let dad hit brother... please..."
Kim Seongmin leaned on Xia Zhiruo's arms, not understanding why that man suddenly started hitting Li Minho, and could only beg his mother to save Li Minho.
Xia Zhiruo hugged Kim Seongmin tightly, sniffed, and tears fell on Kim Seongmin's body, comforting him softly.
"Seongmin, it will be okay soon, Minhao will be fine..."
That was the only three times Kim Seongmin saw Xia Zhiruo cry. His mother was tough, enduring the man's abuse without a word, but always stood her ground when it came to him and Li Minho. Her compromises were also for the two of them, even though they were not her own children.
Kim Seongmin truly regards Xia Zhiruo as his own mother. Without her, his and Li Minho's lives would be even harder.
Li Minho moved out of the room with injuries, still comforting Kim Seongmin as usual.
Since that day, the mother suddenly took extra care of herself and Li Minho. She, who is usually quiet, always reminded them to stay together and not to separate.
Kim Seongmin thought it was just his mother's concern for Li Minho being beaten badly, and was afraid that they would be beaten again, so he said that.
Li Minho nodded seriously, holding Kim Seongmin's hand and increasing the pressure, causing Kim Seongmin to feel the extent of the pain. Li Minho had never squeezed his hand so hard before. When he tried to break free, he saw the determination in Li Minho's eyes, deeper than any time before.
Li Minho's absence made the bed unusually cold in the winter, and Kim Seongmin wanted to go find his brother several times, only to find the door locked from the outside.
Kim Seongmin thought it was the man who did it. Could it be that he was worried about the two of them living alone in the same room? Why was he suddenly so kind? Why not continue letting him and Li Minho live together?
I don't understand. If Kim Seongmin doesn't want to, Li Minho said not to overthink it. Kim Seongmin looked at the red marks on his arm and silently returned to lying on the bed.
After that, the arguments between Xia Zhiruo and the man became more frequent. The man always loudly insulted their mother, accompanied by the mother's screams. Kim Seongmin could only hide under the covers, without Li Minho to cover his ears for him.
Then came Li Minho's voice. Li Minho must have been dragged out by the man, but his voice was filled with accusations against the man. Every time their mother was hit, Li Minho couldn't bear it, and the end result was that he was also hit.
The mother's screams of misery and Li Minho's cries of pain permeated Kim Seongmin's childhood, along with the cruel words and the sound of lashes from that man.
Contradiction, too much contradiction.
Kim Seongmin When I was young, I didn't understand why that man would haggle over every grain of rice added to the mother's cooking, why he would give Li Minho his own room, and why he would hit the mother and Li Minho.
At the age of fifteen, Kim Seongmin understood.
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