muster any enthusiasm. It felt like completing a task: having a meal, listening to music, strolling through a garden, watching a movie. After dealing with Zhang Xuetāo, she would report every detail...e or she wouldn't feed me and would beat me.When it got to this point, Yuet's eyes turned red. After all, she was still a child, and after being frightened, she could only cry in a low voice.The villa...