"How dare you hit me! Hardly anyone dares to hit me in this lifetime!"
I felt pain in several places on my body. Seeing Emma's high heels, I knew I'd end up with quite a few bruises.
"Stop pretending. Emma is fragile. Her hits couldn't possibly hurt," Martin said impatiently, glancing at me as I lay on the floor.
His eyes fell on the box I was holding, and a look of frustration crossed his face. "It's just this damn box. If she wants to see it, just let her!"
As he spoke, Martin hooked his foot under the box and kicked it open before I could stop him.
White ashes scattered everywhere.
"What's this?"
Emma pinched her nose, her face full of disgust. "It smells awful."
Martin frowned, staring at the white powder in thought.
As for me, my mind went blank.
"Alright, it's even now. I'll arrange another wedding. As for Auntie's illness, I've hired the best doctor from abroad."
"If she's sick, I'll cure her. If she's not, the truth will come out. You know I hate being lied to."
"For the next few days, stay home and behave yourself. Don't cause any trouble."
"Once you realize your mistake, come find me. Do you hear me?"
Martin ordered, holding Emma's hand as he spoke to me.