Gua sha is a continuous process. Once it starts, the hand movements can't stop. Mu Shuangshuang tightly grips a copper coin, moving from the spine to the lumbar area. With each stroke, she leaves a purple mark, and the more strokes she makes, the more hideous Mu Dashan's back appears.
Gradually, his dark back is covered with long purple-black streaks, each one piercing the hearts of everyone present.
Little Zhi opened his mouth wide and buried his head into Yu Si Niang's embrace.
"Mom, I'm scared..." Little Zhi whispered.
Yu Si Niang had never seen such a scene either, but she gently patted Little Zhi's back while her own face was already streaked with tears.
Xiao Han stood by the bedside, watching the two on the bed with concern. Meanwhile, his fists were tightly clenched under his sleeves, filled with anger as Mu Shuangshuang's words echoed in his head.
Their family truly needed to unite.
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