He Tang had no money and no cell phone on her.
She walked all the way, and cried all the way.
Shame, regret, and defiance, all her emotions intertwined, amplifying her hatred for Zhang Qian.
Her lips were split, the blood that dripped from them had already dried, and passersby stared at her in bewilderment, obliterating her self-respect in the dark night.
She had no memory of how she got back to the old house.
Even by car, the drive from the hotel to her old neighborhood would take at least 50 minutes.
All the way, she had walked barefoot as her high heels had been left behind in the hotel long ago.
She didn't need to look to know that the soles of her feet were covered in blisters.
But she couldn't feel any pain.
What could be more heart-wrenching than the humiliation she had endured?
-
Night had fallen deep.
The elderly teachers who usually strolled around the neighborhood had long since sunk into heavy sleep.
