At that moment, the door to the nearest prefab shelter suddenly flew open, and out rushed a woman completely naked, her hair disheveled, her snow-white skin covered in bruises. She screamed in panic.
"Ahhh… Help! Help! Sob sob…" Ding Jiaqi gasped between sobs, her voice choking as she cried. The memory of having her clothes violently torn apart, men groping and kneading her body with disgustingly rough hands, made her feel sick to her stomach.
She had desperately escaped, hoping, fantasizing that Huo Beijiang would appear like a deity descending from the heavens and save her from the living hell she was in, just as he had before.
Despair and helplessness consumed her; her spirit entirely crushed. She had been deeply wounded by those in her team. She had treated them with such sincerity and kindness, worked tirelessly for everyone's safety, bolstered their morale. Yet, those despicable people had betrayed her, shoving her into the abyss at the most critical moment.
