The thick voice sounded naive and seemed to be rather clueless, "Ah? Am I not supposed to hit? I thought everyone goes through this."
Chi Huan, "..."
She felt as if a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out of her throat.
Fucking retard.
Her vision gradually cleared, and she slowly made out the man standing in front of her, the one who had just slapped her across the face.
Tall, burly, muscular.
He looked as if he'd stepped right out of the Water Margin.
There was a ferocious fierceness about him.
He had already turned to the side, giving way to the man in front of him.
Chi Huan raised her head to look at the man approaching her against the backlight.
Outside the window, the setting sun was slowly sinking, casting a soft and aesthetic orange light.