I saw my daughter.

She was almost unrecognizable, her hair stuck together, covered in bruises and bloodstains from cigarette burns.

I couldn't believe it.

Just this morning, I had sent my daughter off to school in good spirits.

Now, she was covered in bloodstains, tubes inserted all over, wearing an oxygen mask, lying in the emergency room.

"Her injuries are severe, eardrum perforated, there's a wound on her head about seven to eight centimeters wide and five centimeters long..." the doctor frowned, "During the CT scan, we also found a piece of glass embedded in the victim's brain."

My chest ached, my teeth clenched.

"Can... can it be removed?"

I asked, restraining myself.

"I can't guarantee that,"

the doctor glanced at the ward, "Her... condition is quite critical."

The craniotomy took five hours.

I waited until the early hours of the next day for the surgery to finish.

Although the surgery was successful.

There was still a small fragment of glass left in Qiqi's brain.

Further surgery was needed.

During the wait for the second surgery.

The police showed me a short video.

The video was found on the phone of the person who harmed my daughter.

In the footage.

My daughter's hair was disheveled, standing bewildered in the corner of the classroom.

One girl slapped my daughter, then kicked her to the ground.

Another girl quickly followed with a few kicks, making her body curl up like a shrimp.

They forced her to kneel on the ground.

Pulling her hair, forcing her to lift her head, one slap after another landed on her face.

"Slap, slap, slap," the sound of heavy slaps mixed with giggles.

"Strip her clothes off!"

"Why are you so cheap, so obedient?"

"Every time I see you, I'll hit you! I know where your home is, I won't let you off!"

In the shaky footage.

There was a girl, who knows where she got it from, took a triangular ruler made of tempered glass, aimed at my daughter's head, and viciously smashed it down in her trembling gaze of fear...