The noise here is much less than before.
Jiang Mian's mind, which had been pounding from the noise, finally found some relief here.
The wind was strong at night, and wind always seeped in through the gaps at the back door, making Jiang Mian's dizzy head feel loose.
She was thinking of staying a little longer before going back when she heard a man's insults coming from outside the door.
The sound seemed to be carried away by the wind through the door.
Jiang Mian wasn't the type to meddle in other people's business. There were plenty of scoundrels in bars, and she didn't want to get herself into trouble.
Just as I was about to sneak away, I heard a sound of fighting, followed by someone falling to the ground and crying out in pain.
Upon hearing that voice, everyone in Jiangmian was stunned.
What happened?!
There's a girl's voice!
Could it be that he was beaten up outside the door...?
Suppressing her shock, Jiang Mian, drawing courage from who-knows-where, secretly stepped forward and opened the door a crack to peek outside.
A man was standing with his back to her, and in front of him was a long-haired girl who had fallen to the ground and was covering her face.
Because of the darkness and the man's obstruction, Jiang Mian couldn't see his face clearly.
But all that could be heard was the man's vulgar cursing: "Fuck your mother, I told you to dress sexy, are you fucking deaf?! A piece of trash like you pretending to be innocent?! You can't even seduce men, how much money can you make?! And you want to buy drugs from me! I'd rather feed you to the dogs than give you this piece of trash!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, he raised his fist again and struck the other person hard.
Jiang Mian felt a chill run down her spine at the sight, and her teeth chattered with fear.
The long-sealed memories were suddenly unlocked, and those nightmarish recollections swept back in.
It seemed as if Jiang Mian's legs would give way and she would collapse to the ground in the next second.
If being good-looking is a sin, then she already suffered for it ten years ago.
Because of her feminine appearance, Jiang Mian suffered a lot of malice from a young age.
After school, those wicked boys would follow him, spouting vulgar and rude remarks.
They might suddenly swarm him, drag him into a passing alley, and yell that they want to pull down his pants to see if he's male or female.
At that time, he was not only thin and weak, but he also did not want to be humiliated. So he gritted his teeth and desperately held onto his pants.
This infuriated the boys, who then proceeded to verbally abuse and physically assault him.
Only when they were tired of hitting and scolding him were they willing to let him go and leave.
This is the pain Jiang Mian least wants to recall. She thought that as long as the memory is sealed away, the pain will gradually fade and eventually disappear.
But she was wrong; the memory wouldn't disappear, nor would the pain.
These memories will haunt me like a nightmare.
If this is the path to becoming brave, then she has already taken many steps.
Jiang Mian looked up, and the scene from ten years ago seemed to merge with reality at this moment, but she was no longer the victim.
Her gaze became incredibly firm at that moment, and her original vow sprouted from the ground.
She is no longer the child she was ten years ago. She must become an umbrella to shield others, and also wield a blade against the violent rain!
Although calling the police would be the best option in this situation, judging from the man's violence, he probably won't stop anytime soon.
By the time the police arrived, the man had already run away. In this situation, only she could stop him!
Jiang Mian looked around for tools, but all she could see were a few odds and ends.
In this situation, a direct attack is clearly not an option; the only solution is to outsmart the opponent.
Her gaze quickly settled on a soap dish with a few leftover pieces of soap on it.
She suddenly remembered that if soapy water got into her eyes, it would quickly cause a strong stinging sensation.
That will be the opportunity!
Without delay, Jiang Mian grabbed the soap dish and went to find a water source.
As I passed the corner, I saw a faucet that looked out of place. I tried turning it on, and water actually came out.
Jiang Mian was overjoyed. After collecting the water in the soap dish, she began to rub it with her hands until it became cloudy.
Going back again, she kicked the door open and shouted:
"Hey! Stop!"
Hearing Jiang Mian's shout, the man turned around abruptly, his eyes wide with anger.
Seeing this, Jiang Mian seized the opportunity and mercilessly splashed the soapy water at him: "Go to hell!"
The stinging, burning sensation quickly rose in my eyes after soapy water was splashed on them.
"grass!"
Because of the intense pain, the man was forced to bend over and cover his eyes, but he still couldn't stop cursing.
Jiang Mian didn't have time to finish him off; if she overreacted, she would be held responsible.
Seeing that the man was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten up, she quickly ran over to check on the girl's injuries.
Because everything happened so fast, the girl didn't have time to react. She only saw a bright color enter her eyes, which stirred up ripples in her heart, which was on the verge of a dead sea.
Jiang Mian noticed that the girl's eyes were lifeless and thought she had been beaten senseless. She wanted to help her up, but was afraid of touching her wounds.
Just as I was caught in a dilemma, the girl suddenly shouted, "Watch out behind you!"
Jiang Mian quickly turned her head, and the man whose eyes had been splashed was rushing towards them, drawn by the sound.
At this critical moment.
Suddenly, a figure darted out from inside the door, like a cheetah in the jungle. With its right hand wide open, it grabbed the man's neck and, as if lifting a chick, slammed him against the wall, rendering him unable to move.
The clouds dispersed, and the moonlight slanted down.
Jiang Mian noticed Zhou Ziyu's sharp, cold eyes and the veins bulging on his neck from anger.
Zhou Ziyu stared at the man he had subdued and slowly spoke, his voice as cold as the wind in a freezing night: "You're asking for death!"
[PS: When I opened the backend, I was shocked to find that a customer had given me five update reminder tokens at once! The surprise came too fast... Because of the plot, this chapter accidentally exceeded 3000 words, and then I got stuck here. I know you guys are going to beat me up, so the author is going to run away now... Thank you for the gifts!]
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