"Ngh..."
Qiao An curled into a ball on the floor, overcome by a sharp, dragging pain in her abdomen, as if a lead weight had been thrust into her gut. The visceral ache overshadowed the throbbing in her head, and she let out a series of whimpers as she lay there.
"Damn it, hell! My brand-new shoes are dirty again!" A man cursed as he walked over, landing another kick on Qiao An’s lower leg.
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