In the end, the bag in her hand was snatched away, while Tang Yanqi had no idea how many times she’d been kicked.
In a daze, Tang Yanqi heard the sound of police sirens. Soon after, she felt herself being helped up, and a gentle voice sounded by her ear: "Miss, are you alright? Quick... there’s someone injured here."
Tang Yanqi’s entire body was aching, her consciousness more or less clear, and she whispered to them, "My bag..."
The lights in the police station were bright and clear, the blazing white light illuminating every dark corner. The young officer who was the first to help Tang Yanqi came over, placed a cup of water before her, and said gently: "Have some water. We’ve done a simple check on your injuries; they are merely superficial wounds with no damage to muscles or bones."
Tang Yanqi bowed her head and spoke softly, "Thank you."
"How come a young lady like you went to such a remote area? It’s been chaotic around that place lately, so be more careful in the future."
"Thank you, where’s my bag?"
"There’s still some investigation to be done, don’t worry, we’ll definitely return it to you. Moreover, you should call your family to come pick you up, otherwise it’s tricky for us to release you from the station."
Tang Yanqi wasn’t particularly upset, just in pain, mocking her own misfortune. Yet strangely, upon hearing the officer’s words, she felt an unprecedented sense of desolation in her heart.
She had a father, a husband, parental figures and in-laws, but she had no relatives.
Finding Tang Ruhai was impossible, as was finding Sheng Jianan. Tang Yanqi suddenly smiled slightly; it was the first time she realized that when she needed someone to pick her up, she couldn’t find a single so-called relative.
The young officer was somewhat surprised at Tang Yanqi’s smile. The police profession renders them more perceptive than the average person, and for some reason, from Tang Yanqi’s smile, he sensed a disconnection from the world.
As if there was nothing in this world she was attached to, nothing she was persistent about.
This kind of world-weariness might seem normal for someone in their seventies or eighties, but it wasn’t normal at all for a young woman in her early twenties.
"Please lend me a phone, thank you."
Tang Yanqi ultimately called Qi Cheng, yet it was the three companions from the dormitory who came to the police station.
Watching them cooperate with the police to complete some paperwork, the earlier feeling of desolation in Tang Yanqi began to fade a bit; fortunately, she still had friends.
"Tangtang, let’s go to the hospital and have a look; you’re covered in injuries."
Bai Xue was as gentle as ever. Tang Yanqi smiled, "It’s alright, they’ve already checked, it’s all superficial wounds."
"Superficial wounds hurt too."
Bai Bing stared at Tang Yanqi for a few seconds and sharply said, "Tangtang, what’s wrong with you? The police said you kept holding onto your bag and wouldn’t let go. What’s in that bag anyway? What could be more important than your life? Lucky those guys chickened out; if it were some reckless criminals, and they stabbed you, would you still hold onto your life?"
"Don’t what? Money gone can be earned back, we’re here, you won’t starve, really, one’s own life is the most important."
Bai Bing looked "pissed but caring," yet it felt like a warm current flowing straight into Tang Yanqi’s heart.
She was never an emotional person, but now she suddenly hugged Bai Bing tightly, her voice trembling a bit: "Thank you."