Liu Qingxi's face tightened, and tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke in a soft, coquettish voice, "Miss Ye, could you please let go of me? We can talk this out, you're hurting me."
The beauty's eyes were filled with tears, like a fragile willow swaying in the wind, attracting the attention of several passers-by who stopped to watch.
Taking advantage of the moment, Liu Qingxi looked at the onlookers with teary eyes, seeming to speak without words, conveying a voice louder than sound.
The male passers-by rallied against the injustice.
"You young lady, pulling and tugging on the streets like this, what kind of behavior is that? Why don't you talk it out properly?"
"Exactly, it's extremely rude."
"If you ask me, the girl being held has a good temperament. Anyone else would've been fighting by now."
"A graceful girl of thirteen or so, at the tender age in early February, should be poised and agile. Why don't you release that young lady?"
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