Ziyan picked herself up from the ground and wrapped herself in the coat.
Given her current state, going back upstairs was definitely not an option, and returning to school was even less possible.
But where could she go? It seemed like there was no place that would have her.
She walked to a corner of the garage, hid behind a stone pillar, and curled up on the ground, leaning against the cold stone pillar.
Listening to the coming and going of cars in the garage, which left and then returned, yet none noticed her.
After some time when it got late and she had regained some strength, with the pain on her body somewhat subsided, Ziyan got up.
At this hour, most people had finished work.
The room where they had been filming was only lit by a dim light.
Seeing no one inside, Ziyan went in, changed into her own clothes, tidied her hair in front of the mirror, then picked up her bag and found her manager.
"Sister Zhang..."
