Li Qiyu's chest was hit hard, causing her heart to ache terribly, and in that instant, she stopped breathing.
Several more fierce punches rained down on her, striking directly at her heart.
Li Qiyu's vision went black as she leaned against the marble pillar, collapsing to the ground.
"Miss Li—" the assistant acted as a human shield, trying to call for help but had their phone snatched away.
The world before her eyes grew dark and blurry, and everyone's faces in her line of sight leaped about.
Li Qiyu's heartbeat slowed, like a dying animal, her hair disheveled, her eyes losing their luster.
One hand pressed against her heart, she was ultimately too weak.
To strike back at those who had humiliated her, she had to go to great lengths, borrowing the strength of others.
...
"Shinian, where are you going?" Li Baiyi watched Sheng Shinian's retreating figure, her whole body trembling, "She brought it upon herself, why are you going to help her?"
