Situ Xingchen was immersed in her great humiliation and sorrow as she floated forward. Her entire person was numb as if she had lost her soul. Her eyes had no focus, and tears kept streaming down her face.
After walking for some time, Situ Xingchen sensed someone walking toward her. She instinctively avoided the person, but it seemed like the person had moved along with her.
It happened again.
She then realized that something was wrong, so she looked up.
Three men were standing in front of her.
The few of them were wearing torn and tattered clothes and looked like they were in their thirties. They had stubble on their faces, and they emitted body odor—which made them even more uncouth.
At this point, their greedy eyes lawlessly swept across her body. Even though the young girl was wearing a hood, her pretty features could still be vaguely seen.
"Little girl, where are you going all alone?"
