Ning Xixi clenched her fists in anger.
At this point, how could she not understand that someone was out to get her!
Being labeled a murderer, even if she managed to leave here today, people from the school would still gossip and point fingers at her!
This slander was too malicious!
In the dark and cramped detention room, cold and damp, Ning Xixi curled up in a corner, shivering violently.
All around was pitch black, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like crow feathers, her lips pale.
So cold...
So dark...
She hugged her knees, her body curled up into a ball, forcibly enduring the sourness in her nose.
Don't cry, don't cry.
Ning Xixi, don't cry.
She repeatedly chanted in her heart.
No phone, no clock, no windows, it seemed like even the passage of time had stopped, only boundless pain stood by her side.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally heard a familiar voice in a daze—
"Ning student! Ning Xixi! Answer me!"
