She no longer wanted to stay in that room, no longer wanted to remember Shi Che's angry face, nor hear those hurtful words again. She just wanted to leave as quickly as possible, to forget everything that had just happened.
Ling Chuxia ran with all her might, not knowing where she was headed, she just knew she didn't want to stop, the farther from the villa, the better.
Under the cloak of night, she ran aimlessly, with no direction, no purpose, only confusion. Finally, she did not know whether it was from exhaustion or if she tripped over something, but she plunged forward, tumbling to the ground.
Her hands and knees were scraped raw against the ground, blood slowly seeping out. Ling Chuxia stared blankly at her hands and knees. Despite the pain from the fall, why did it not ache even half as much as her heart did?
