“You never care about anyone except yourself. You are rotten!” The hoarseness in her voice seemed to be swallowed by a drought of sorrows. As if a pinch of shards had been consumed, and she had been refreshed with a new tone.
“Enough!” He threatened her with his hands punching on the arms of the chair, almost standing up.
“No, not this time.” Mei was shivering, boldly. She moved her right leg one step forward, pulled away her long fringe from her frowning forehead, put her left hand on one leg of the fallen table, lifted the other as a fi st, and shook her head with her chin up and her chest out. Although it was the wind that chilled her, she continued her long anonymous monologue to the night.