Its been fifteen years since my mother passed away giving birth to my little brother. My father has long been cheating on my mother and married a prostitute a few months after my mother's funeral. Although I hate him for doing so, he's still at end my father. The only one I can rely on. At least for now...
"Qin Yu! You crackhead, come help me clean!" My stepmother yelled.
"Coming!"
"Why are you so slow, huh!? Is it cause you want to avoid all the house chores?!"
"Of course not! Why are you always accusing me?" I snapped back cautiously.
Already regretting what I said, she dragged me into the corner of the room and starts furiously beating me up with a frying pan still filled with hot oil inside. I scream quietly in pain as she continues to wack me on my back. Tears began to join on the side of my eyes, but I remind myself that I can't cry. I can only be strong. I can't cry.
Abuse has been a daily thing ever since my father married her. She hated me because I resemble so much of my mother. She hated how my mother 'stole' my father away from her. She hated how I 'stole' the attention of my father from her and her newborn son. She merely just hates my existence.
As if everything is not enough, she brainwashes my full-blood brother, making him hate me deeply.
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When the Flower Blooms Again
Historical FictionFifteen years ago, after Qin Yu's mother passed away, her father remarried to another women. Years of abuse filled with complicated issue causes her in a car accident, ending up in the Manchurian grasslands and the imperial palace of the Qing Dynast...
