A few kids chased after her, throwing stones at the girl once again. One child even forcefully threw a stone at her head, and blood instantly streamed from her forehead.
In pain, she raised her head; blood flowed down from her forehead. The girl lifted her head and covered her forehead with her hand, crying sorrowfully. Tears washed her dirty face, revealing a fair and delicate visage.
Qi Tianshang inadvertently turned his head, and his gaze lingered on the girl's face. His steps, initially heading forward, came to a halt, and his expression flickered slightly.
The girl raised her head, meeting Qi Tianshang's eyes. Her gaze was vacant, and she fearfully shrank back. She seemed to have a mental age of a few years despite looking like she was in her early twenties, and her tone was like that of a young child.
"Hit her, kick her."
A boy unhappily stepped forward, lifted his foot, and was about to kick the girl.
A large hand forcefully grabbed the boy's collar and lifted him.
