The girls had left.
Song Tian crouched in the corner, her school uniform jacket stripped off and thrown on the ground, covered in numerous footprints, but that was the least of her concerns.
The dress she was wearing, a new model from last month's Paris Fashion Week, was now maliciously cut to shreds with scissors, hanging off her body.
Her scalp still ached, as those girls had shown her no mercy, yanking her hair and dragging her on the ground.
Soft sobbing sounds emerged from the corner, and it was a long time before Song Tian emotionlessly picked up the disgustingly filthy school uniform off the floor, dusted it off, and wrapped herself in it.
"Tiantian, what's wrong with you?" Mother An, shocked by the state of her daughter who had just entered the house, asked in surprise.
Song Tian, her face cold, ignored her and walked past her to her room, slamming the door shut with a "bang".
