She, unable to use her martial arts now, was surrounded by people and couldn't run; she could only stand there, using her hands to shield her face, bracing herself against the crowd's furious onslaught.
"Song Wanqing is my goddess, and this murderous maniac killed my goddess; I must enforce divine justice for her!" a plump man declared, swinging a wooden stick at Qiao Ran's head.
Seeing this, Qiao Ran quickly pushed away the people clutching at her and tried to escape, but a man grabbed her clothes and shoved her forcefully toward the plump man holding the stick.
Qiao Ran stumbled forward, and just as she was about to collide with the incoming swing, she felt someone pull her back swiftly, and then she fell into a sturdy embrace.
Immediately, a familiar scent overwhelmed her.
Looking up, Qiao Ran saw Wen Shimo's handsome and stern face, one hand holding the wood stick that was about to hit her.