"Let's go!"
By the time Shen Liangchuan's voice reached her ears, it was too late.
Qiao Lian was surrounded. Someone held her arm, saying, "Don't you try to run away."
As these words came, she felt a sharp pain as something hit her. A tomato had struck her and burst open with the impact. The juice of the fruit splashed against her body.
She bit her lip and shut her eyes in pain, clenching her fists.
The happenings from eight years ago now came back to her in flashes.
She knew the faces in front of her. She knew them well.
Even though eight years had gone by, they hadn't changed much.
Eight years ago, these were the same people that had surrounded the doorway to her home, holding up a banner and demanding an explanation.
It got to the news and her parents became the target of everyone's wrath.
It had changed her brother's and her lives forever.
It hadn't been so bad for her.
