Tan Huiya propped herself up from the ground, her wet hair clinging to her face, and her damp blouse was in disarray. The corners of her mouth bruised and red, she leaned against the wall in an utterly bedraggled state.
Her face still held defiance as her gaze swept over the two before her. Clenching her teeth against the pain, her fingertips trembled, "To see someone you know being beaten like this and not even trying to stop it, that's really cold-blooded."
Lin Gantang was not affected by her accusation. She stepped forward to wash her hands, then turned off the running tap, "Would you be grateful if I helped you?"
