The memories that followed were now beyond her grasp; she vaguely knew someone had saved her and taken her to the hospital. Along the way, she had even been inappropriately touching that person. Qiao Xia covered her face in shame; she was utterly embarrassed.
She tried hard to make out the face of her savior, but it always seemed so blurry. She really wasn't thinking straight last night—she couldn't remember anything. She vaguely knew that the man was with the same group of people who had shown her the photo before.
Everything that happened last night had completely severed any intentions she might have had to have a proper talk with them.
She also realized that it was only because she kept backing down that they became increasingly overbearing. Now with nowhere left to retreat to, she could no longer allow others to hurt her without consequence.
