"You still don't believe me, but do you think I wanted to do it? They were both holding bottles of wine, still drinking away, and in a moment of urgency, when they were all wobbly from the booze, I ended up grabbing the bottles from them. I gave each of them a whack on the head, and then they were off to the hospital, followed by my 'glorious' trip to the police station for the night. But it serves them right, daring to lay a hand on me—what a joke. They got their skulls cracked open; serves them well." Nalan Xue seemed oddly proud of herself, as if she were some great hero dispensing justice.
It was almost impossible to get to the point when this girl talked, so Qinghe gave up on trying to chat with her and turned to ask the other two women instead.
