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Zhu Hui found herself pinned to the ground by a group of unruly boys, unable to move. Watching Tang Hui being beaten to a pulp filled her heart with anguish, as if she were being pricked by needles. The pain was unbearable; she wished she could just throw herself against a wall and end it all.
Xiao Yang, seeing Tang Hui lying there like a broken doll, felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. She strutted over to Tang Hui, picked up a rusty iron rod from the corner of the wall, and waved it menacingly in front of him. "As long as you swear in front of your friend here that you'll never speak to her again, I'll let you go. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you end up crippled."
Tang Hui lay on the ground, letting out a cold snort, completely dismissing her threat.
"Hmph, who would have thought that someone so small could have such spirit?" Xiao Yang sneered, ordering the two boys beside her to forcibly pull Tang Hui's arms from behind his back and pin them to the ground. Gripping the iron rod tightly, she aimed it at Tang Hui's left hand and asked again with malice, "This is your last chance. Will you do it?"
Zhu Hui looked at Tang Hui with tear-filled eyes, feeling as if she had a fishbone stuck in her throat, unable to utter a single word.
Tang Hui remained expressionless and silent, showing no fear.
"Are you really this tough?" Xiao Yang grew impatient.
Tang Hui still ignored her.
"Fine—I'll grant you your wish," Xiao Yang said through gritted teeth as if afraid of losing control. She raised the iron rod and brought it down forcefully onto Tang Hui's left hand, causing his scream to echo throughout the alley.
"Hu——!" Zhu Hui let out a piercing scream upon witnessing this scene, feeling as if she had fallen from a great height, shattered into pieces.
Seeing that Tang Hui's left hand was now numb and unresponsive, Xiao Yang huffed in anger and cursed him for not knowing how to appreciate kindness. She tossed aside the iron rod and fled with the group of boys.
After Xiao Yang and her gang had escaped, Zhu Hui rushed Tang Hui to the hospital. After examination, the doctor diagnosed him with a comminuted fracture in his left hand that required casting. Even after recovery, there was a high chance he would suffer from lasting complications.
Zhu Hui looked at Tang Hui's left hand hanging on her chest, feeling as if she were being tortured, tears streaming down her face like large beads. She reached out and gently touched the stone bandage wrapped around Tang Hui's hand, softly asking, "Does it hurt?"
Tang Hui smiled and shook his head, indicating that it didn't hurt.
"With such a severe injury, how could it not hurt?" Zhu Hui exclaimed, suddenly filled with anger. She shouted, "It's all that damned Yang Qianfan's fault. I must find him to settle the score."
"Don't, Hui." Hearing her intention to confront Yang Qianfan, Tang Hui became anxious and said, "We have no evidence; how can we confront him? Besides, I don't want anything to happen to you. Do you understand?"
"No way! I swear that even if it costs me my life, I will seek justice for you." Zhu Hui raised her fist and vowed passionately in front of him.
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