Impossible, she had no money, her family was poverty-stricken.
In broad daylight, besides, she was dressed so plainly, what allure could she possibly have?
She hadn’t made enemies with anyone.
Xu Nianhua was dragged into a deserted alley, her mind racing with countless thoughts. She clenched the cloth bag in her hand tightly; it contained the needles and scissors she had bought, as well as two jin of brown sugar.
While struggling, Xu Nianhua’s hand quietly reached into the cloth bag, accurately grasping the scissors!
"Don’t scream." The man’s voice was very panicky, as if it was his first time committing such an act.
Xu Nianhua surveyed her surroundings. It was a dead end, with only a few back doors; not a soul was in sight. The only thing there was an old persimmon tree, lush and leafy, its branches spread out like a giant umbrella.
The man held Xu Nianhua tightly, his hand trying to inch upwards in an irregular way.
Juanzi had said to teach Xu Nianhua a lesson, to ruin her innocence, but he thought, why let someone else have such a good opportunity?
This thought flashed through Xu Nianhua’s mind, and she made a split-second decision, pulling out the scissors from the cloth bag and stabbing fiercely behind her.
The man’s scream echoed, seemingly caught completely off guard that Xu Nianhua was carrying a weapon that could cause injury.
Xu Nianhua took the opportunity to struggle, trying to break free from the man’s grasp.
The man, clutching his bleeding waist, felt a surge of rage from within, and pulled out a fruit knife from his pocket, intending to use it to threaten her.
"Don’t move." The man barked harshly.
Xu Nianhua didn’t care; her target was the large persimmon tree. If she could climb it and get over the wall, she would surely encounter people.
Xu Nianhua only heard the sound of the fruit knife slicing through fabric. She lifted her foot and stomped on him hard, then agilely sprinted toward the large persimmon tree.
Climbing trees wasn’t her forte, but, in a life-or-death situation, people often unleash incredible potential.
The man tried to follow, but Xu Nianhua was already as high as the surrounding wall.
Stepping onto the wall, Xu Nianhua was no longer panicked. She looked back at the masked man and, for some reason, found his figure slightly familiar. Those eyes, filled with ferocity and panic, also seemed familiar.
"Who are you?" Xu Nianhua stood on the wall, ready to leap back into someone’s yard at any moment, but she still wanted to know who was so intent on making her life difficult.
As the man saw he couldn’t catch Xu Nianhua, he dove his wounded abdomen and hurried away in disarray.
The tension that Xu Nianhua had been holding tight, relaxed.
Looking down, there appeared to be someone beneath the large persimmon tree.
She slipped, and her whole body fell backward.
Xu Nianhua frowned, her gaze landing on black trouser legs and a pair of shiny black leather shoes. She lifted her head and saw a face that was handsome and dignified, such a pity, the good-looking man had a problem with his legs.
As she got up from the ground, she said, "Sorry for bothering you."
Her voice was very calm, nothing like someone who had nearly met with disaster.
"Doesn’t it hurt?" The man’s cool voice sounded.
Xu Nianhua looked down to find that her arm had just been wounded by that man, blood dripping profusely.
"I’ll clean it up." Xu Nianhua covered her injured arm as if the injury wasn’t hers.