In the curtain of night, the sharp smacks of slapping sounded particularly loud and grating. Deng Lishan was after all a girl without much strength, so that her slaps grew weaker and weaker towards the end. However, for the three boys whose faces were already stinging, even a slight graze was painful enough.
After she had finished slapping, Deng Lishan knelt on the ground, gasping for air in great heaves.
Although her hands hurt, her heart's grudge was released thoroughly. At that moment, she felt so exhilarated that she thought even if she died right then, it would have been worth it.
After a while, she stood up, straightened her hair and left the platform like a weightless ghost, 'floating' away.
Seeing this, the three boys covered their faces, wanting to flee, but then Shi Lan suddenly spoke, saying, "You bullied her many times, she paid you back once, we're even now. If you trouble her again..."
"We won't... We won't anymore," the three boys waved their hands.
