"Runing, Runing, calm down, please, don't make yourself sick with anger."
"Calm down? How can you expect me to be calm?" Mother Du lay on the plush sofa, one hand pressed to her chest. Her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with tears; she looked utterly pitiful.
Father Du sat beside her, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, caught between fury over his youngest daughter’s past suffering and the need to pat his wife’s back to help her breathe, terrified she might actually have a health crisis from the rage.
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