As Wei Zhuolan spoke, he imagined how Qin Ying would look in it, and patted her shoulder:
"Change it as soon as possible."
Qin Ying did not insist any longer. Everyone of them had invested a lot of time and energy in this evening party.
She also couldn't bear to let other people's efforts go to waste.
She nodded.
"Okay, I'll go find some and change them."
"Let's go! Our class's performance is at the very beginning, so hurry up."
Wei Zhuolan followed her out and went to the front desk to prepare props.
As he passed the side curtain of the stage, he heard the dull thud of instruments colliding, and subconsciously turned around—the pedal organ that had been tuned was shaking on the stand, and a screw was slowly loosening from the metal gap.
Qin Ying came to the storage room. Dim light seeped out from the half-open wooden door, and a creaking sound mixed with a musty smell hit her in the face.
She stepped over the cardboard boxes on the floor, and suddenly there was a crisp "crack" sound under her feet - someone broke some glass and the shards were scattered all over the floor, which was particularly harsh in the silence.
Her fingers gripping the white skirt suddenly tightened, and a slight chill suddenly spread across the back of her neck.
Before she could react, the lightbulb went out with a click. Darkness instantly engulfed the room like a tide, and a cold breath suddenly puffed behind her ear.
She was startled and turned around to look towards the door, but was suddenly hugged tightly from behind.
She screamed in fear:
"ah----"
The man behind her didn't say anything and pressed her down on a pile of debris from behind.
Qin Ying was unable to use any strength. She was shocked and frightened, and her whole body was shaking. For a moment, she was so scared that she couldn't even make a sound.
The man violently tore her clothes from behind. She reacted and fought back desperately, shouting for help:
"Help----"
"Someone come----"
"Get out of here—"
"Who are you----"
The man's hot breath sprayed behind her ear, carrying a strong smell of cheap liquor and the pungent smell of tobacco, like countless tiny needles moving across her skin.
Her chest hit the sharp edges of the wooden box, and her palms were rubbed painfully by the rough hemp rope. Every struggle was met with a more ferocious pressure on her waist, and the crackling sound of tearing fabric was particularly harsh in the silent storage room.
After struggling for a while, all the buttons on his white shirt had broken.
The person behind her remained silent, but Qin Ying gradually felt that something was wrong.
He always used his left hand to abuse Qin Ying, and this man gave her an inexplicably familiar feeling.
Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room. She shouted and looked back, trying to see the man clearly.
In the darkness, the man's heavy breathing mixed with the pungent smell of cheap oil paint hit my face.
He raised his left hand and pinched Qin Ying's chin, his hot breath sprayed on her face, and he kissed her face randomly.
At such a close distance, Qin Ying was horrified to find that this person was someone she was familiar with.
The familiar left-handed habit of exerting force made her pupils shrink suddenly - from childhood to adulthood, Qin Qinghua always used her left hand when holding chopsticks.
Qin Ying dodged desperately. She could feel the person behind her starting to unbuckle his belt.
"You...you are Qin Qinghua!"
She suddenly screamed and scratched his face with her nails.
Qin Qinghua couldn't dodge in time and was grabbed hard on the face by Qin Ying. He screamed, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Qin Ying pushed him away and ran towards the door in a panic.
She pulled the door, but found it was locked from the outside.
"Xiaoying!"
A familiar yet frightening voice came from behind. Qin Ying stiffened and slowly turned around.
In the darkness, Qin Qinghua was looking at her with ill intentions, approaching step by step.
"Don't come over here!"
Qin Ying shouted loudly, her voice full of fear and anger.
She looked around for something to protect herself, but found only some miscellaneous items in the storage room.
Qin Qinghua grinned:
"Sister, you can't run away. You caused my parents to go to jail and prevented me from getting married. So you have to make amends. We raised you, how can you let others get away with it? You'd better obey me."
Qin Ying's blood almost froze, and her eyes were wide open with fear and disgust.
She never imagined that Qin Qinghua would have such thoughts. This man who had beaten and scolded her since childhood and regarded abuse of her as commonplace would force her into a desperate situation at this time.
"So you've had this dirty thought for a long time!"
She gritted her teeth and screamed in her heart, her nails digging deep into her palms:
"You sold me to Zhao Shunxi, and now you're doing this again?"
Anger was like a flood that broke through a dam, dispelling some of the fear. Qin Ying looked at him fiercely and swore in her heart that if she could escape this time, she would make Qin Qinghua pay a heavy price.
She stood by the door, watching him approach step by step, and knocked on the door desperately:
"Someone come----"
"Help----"
"Stop shouting! It's so loud outside, and the door is locked from the outside. You can't run away!"
Qin Qinghua was like a poisonous snake in the darkness, hissing and spitting out its tongue.
Just as Qin Ying was becoming more and more desperate, Wei Zhuolan's voice rang out from outside the door:
"Qin Ying! There's a problem with the pedal organ. The program order needs to be changed. You..."
His voice stopped abruptly because he heard the sound of cloth breaking in the storage room and Qin Ying's cry for help.
"Teacher Wei, save me----"
"Save me—"
Qin Ying was crying inside and calling for help like crazy. Wei Zhuolan's face changed, and he realized that the door of the storage room was locked.
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