There was blood on the sofa, and Ji Nuan—who sat on it—was also covered in blood.
Her hands were all cut up, and her gaze was wild. She held onto the fruit knife and the glass bottle tightly with her bloodied hands, using all her effort to prevent anyone from coming close. Her clothes were ragged, and she appeared so battered that it was difficult to imagine how she looked initially. However, nothing was exposed, and it was clear that no one had managed to take advantage of her.
Ji Nuan's hair was messy, her face dirty, and her expression vacant. However, her hands resolutely remained lifted. She cut anyone who approached, refusing to let go of the knife even though it hurt her hands.
"God damn it, stupid woman!" The lecherous man who had been stabbed did not notice the movement by the door. He yelled angrily, raising his hand to discipline her.
