The person behind her yanked hard, causing her to lose balance and plummet heavily to the ground, leaving her head spinning and vision blurring.
"Damn it, you're asking for it! Come on, teach her a harsh lesson—I want her to wish she were dead!"
An Ruo couldn't make anything out; a resounding slap suddenly struck her face, and without control, her upper body collapsed forward, her forehead hitting the cool marble floor with a thud.
Her long, disheveled hair covered her face, and An Ruo lay on the ground, unable to move for a long while.
The slap had nearly caused ringing in her ears, and she felt waves of darkness before her eyes. Had she not been biting her lip hard, she might have passed out, even if just for a short while.
But the three of them didn't let her off easily. Her hair was grabbed yet again, and she was lifted from the ground. Through blurred eyes, An Ruo saw Brother Qiang's ferocious and frightening face, along with the dizzying, dim light from the ceiling.
