Book: Avenger

The numerous radiant sun streamed in my eyes, and lower lip twitched treacherously: it was always when I had to cry. Not that it was impossible to endure the pain. As far as I remember I never cried from physical pain. It is possible to shout, scream, roll on the grass, to make it easier, but not to cry. I had tears in my eyes from the smallest of resentment or injustice.