Just at the moment when the man grabbed Yu Xia, a flash of silver streaked across the man's eyes, piercing firmly, accurately, and viciously into the man's shoulder.
"Ugh." The man let out a muffled groan, but his hand holding Yu Xia did not loosen in the slightest.
Yu Xia, who should have been unconscious, stared intently at the man in front of her, pulling the hairpin from his body and stabbing it again, this time with even more force. After the second stab, the man finally let go.
"Don't you remember me? Why do you want to hurt me?" The man looked at Yu Xia with a confused and betrayed expression, speaking in a saddened tone.
By this time, Yu Xia could see clearly in the moonlight the face of the person who appeared in her room; it wasn't anyone else but the boy who had volunteered to take photos for Yu Xia that day.