"Where are you going? Our car isn't over there."
The man turned a deaf ear and walked directly towards that direction.
Chi Huan didn't know what hit her again; warm liquid seeped from her forehead.
She was stunned, and only after a delayed reaction did she realize.
It was blood.
In that second, a ludicrous thought dominated her mind—
Her face couldn't be hurt; she relied on her face to make a living.
But as the shout was about to escape her throat, it all got stuck there.
She looked disheveled; she had never been this disheveled before.
Even more, she had never been so disheveled in front of others.
The noisy clamor seemed to be clogging her brain; Chi Huan felt so chaotic she didn't know how to face everything and even wished she could just disappear.
She didn't want anyone to see her embarrassment and awkwardness.
