Chapter 90
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Just as Tang Nuan's hand was about to touch Song Qingchun's face, Song Qingchun subconsciously closed her eyes. She could feel a gust of wind hitting the left side of her face, and the sound of a loud slap echoed in her ears.
Slap!
It was a very crisp sound. In the quiet washroom, it was especially sharp and ear-piercing.
The moment Song Qingchun heard the voice, her heart stopped beating.
She closed her eyes and paused for about half a minute before instinctively raising her hand to cover her left cheek.
In her memory, she had only been scolded more than three times, much less beaten up.
But now, she was slapped in the face by Tang Nuan so blatantly.
And the sound of that slap was so painful …
An indescribable anger and humiliation spread from the bottom of Song Qingchun's feet to her brain. Her chest started to rise and fall. Then, Song Qingchun's eyes flew open, and there was anger in them. Without thinking, she raised her hand to retaliate at Tang Nuan, who was standing before her. "Tang Nuan, you …"
Before Song Qingchun could finish, her whole body froze like it was frozen in time.
She stared at Tang Nuan, who also showed no reaction. After a long time, she blinked once and then again to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Then, with some shock, she turned around to look at the mirror.
Song Qingchun's hand that was covering the left side of her face moved down. She could see her own face clearly; it was smooth and white; there was no sign of her being slapped. Meanwhile, Tang Nuan, who was standing beside her, had five clear palm marks on her right cheek. She had probably used all her strength to slap Tang Nuan because the marks were already bruised.
Song Qingchun's dark eyes moved from the right side of Tang Nuan's face to the left side of her face, then back to the right side of Tang Nuan's face. She repeated this many times before her brain started to work.
Can someone tell me what is going on?
Didn't Tang Nuan slap me? Why is there a palm mark on Tang Nuan's face? Why is there no mark on my face?
Am I dreaming?
Song Qingchun couldn't help but raise her hand to rub the left side of her face. There was no pain, which meant that she really hadn't been hit.
In this bathroom, there was only her and Tang Nuan. She was certain that she did not make a move earlier, so … the slap on Tang Nuan's face was a slap from herself?
Even if she wanted to stop because she was afraid that things would get out of hand, she couldn't just hit herself, right?
Besides, even if she gave her a slap, what could she do to her?
How stupid must she be to forcefully redirect such a powerful force back to her face?
Could Tang Nuan be mentally ill? But, she looked very normal …
Could it be that this was the legendary saying that the Heavens would punish the scoundrel?
Many thoughts crossed Song Qingchun's mind, but none of them made her understand why Tang Nuan would slap herself when she was about to slap her.
Tang Nuan stood there for a whole two minutes before she raised her hand to touch her face. Then she felt a piercing pain, and her lips subconsciously twitched as she turned to look at the mirror.
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