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Her face was a mask of despair: as if she were a fish on a chopping block eyeing up the gutting knife
Wu Haiying grabbed Zhong Yonglian – a thin, weak woman – by the collar, stared fiercely at her accuser’s face, then slapped it hard. Zhong Yonglian’s eyes and nose began streaming tears and blood, her face twisting with the double humiliation.
Beneath the quilt, his breathing was barely audible. He moaned faintly .
Her face was a mask of despair: as if she were a fish on a chopping block eyeing up the gutting knife.
Wu Haiying grabbed Zhong Yonglian – a thin, weak woman – by the collar, stared fiercely at her accuser’s face, then slapped it hard. Zhong Yonglian’s eyes and nose began streaming tears and blood, her face twisting with the double humiliation.