"I, I didn't, it's not... not you guys, you..."
He lay on the ground, fiercely protecting the rabbit in his arms, his hand being cruelly stepped on, while his clothes and fair skin were kicked and bruised, leaving behind streaks of dirt and red marks. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, and his slender body, propped up with effort, trembled from the beating, which angered and outraged the onlookers.
Zeng Minghui: "Alright, kids, off!"
After a while, a group of children sullenly left.
Shen Jinyou's fingers were red and trembling from being stepped on; his hair disheveled, and his body dirty, but his eyes showed not a trace of resentment or annoyance. Instead, he caressed the rabbit in his arms, his face filled with relief and happiness.
"It's okay now, you're free."
The rabbit, as if sentient, stuck out its tongue and licked her injured fingers.
