Song Shiwei stood at the doorway, admiring Fu Yu's disheveled appearance for a moment before she turned and headed to the restroom.
Having touched something filthy, she needed to wash her hands thoroughly.
Fu Yu struggled at the villa's entrance for a while before she managed to stand up, trembling, using the luggage as support.
The pain in her knees made her inhale sharply. In a total mess, she dragged her suitcase from the villa, and with difficulty, hailed a cab to a nearby hotel.
On the way, Fu Yu bought a temporary SIM card and installed it in her phone.
After arriving at the hotel, Fu Yu took a shower. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her face was swollen like a pig's head with deep palm prints on both cheeks. Looking further down, her knees were bruised and swollen, a horrific sight.
Fu Yu's face was somber and twisted as she limped toward the single armchair.
