Chapter 27

Felicia fell to the ground, watching the motorcycle's taillights fade into the distance. Her heart sank from disbelief to despair. She could see the hearts of others but not their true nature. They could have escaped together. Just as she hit the ground, a heavy blow landed on her back, followed by a brutal kick from the gang leader. She gasped in pain, curling up as agony surged through her body. In the next moment, someone yanked her hair and pulled her roughly to her feet, followed by a series of hard slaps across her face. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her once-porcelain cheeks swelled with clear handprints. The gang leader grabbed her hair as if it wasn't enough to make her suffer and sneered, "Run, keep running! You blinded me in one eye, and I'll make sure you can't live or die in peace!" He pulled a knife from his waist and waved it menacingly above her hands. "Which hand poked my eye? Is it this one or this one? Forget it. I'll just chop them both off