Especially when the reporter's questions revolved entirely around that incident, the dark memories in Chu Nanxi's mind flooded through her consciousness like a breached dam.
This girl, who could remain calm in the face of any emergency, finally couldn't hold up.
She could no longer hear what they were asking, only a buzzing sound in her ears.
Everything before her eyes also gradually blurred with memory, her mind filled only with that cold, rainy autumn night.
The devil's sneering laugh, and the sound of her clothes being torn...
"No... stop talking, stop it!"
Raising both hands, she covered her ears, her face pale.
"Don't come any closer, stay away!"
Everything happened so fast and unexpectedly, that neither Tang Yao and Qiao Jiashang on stage, nor the nearby staff, had anticipated it would turn out like this.
They watched the girl clutch her hair, tottering behind the speaker's stand.
Qiao Jiashang, Tang Yao, Bai Meimei, Julie...
