But no matter how unwilling she was, mustering the courage to resist wasn't something that could happen in an instant.
Gu Yirou got off the bed and hesitated, clutching the razor blade in her hand again and again.
Tang Mo walked to her side, took the younger girl's hand—the one holding the blade—and led her toward the door.
Gu Yirou froze for a second but followed Tang Mo forward out of instinct.
As Tang Mo was leading Gu Yirou from the corner to the door, a hand grabbed her free arm.
She glanced over and saw it was the girl who had been sent to the second floor yesterday.
In Tang Mo's limited memory of her, the girl had always been silent and taciturn.
But now, the girl sat on the edge of her bed, holding Tang Mo's hand and staring intently at her.
It was a plea for help.
Tang Mo didn't know why the girl was signaling her for help. 'Did she see me follow the others yesterday?'
In fact, Tang Mo's guess was spot on.
