After Transmigrating into a book, I Was Played By a Black Lotus

Chapter 17: Beautiful

The medication this time was significantly milder than last time, so Bai Xiying's condition returned to normal by the next day.

Therefore, regarding Bai Xiying's strong desire to be discharged, Lin Xingzhu nodded in agreement after consulting Doctor Zhao.

Bai Xiying was already quite familiar with the process of packing her things.

As she continued her task, she turned to Lin Xingzhu beside her and asked, "What's going on with Qiao Ziqing?"

"I reported it that same night," Lin Xingzhu replied casually.

Filing a report can be very time-sensitive, especially when dealing with someone powerful like Qiao Ziqing.

After discussing with Bai Xiying the previous night, Lin Xingzhu had called Mu Muqing to hand Qiao Ziqing over to the authorities she had arranged to handle the situation, and then directly took Qiao Ziqing to the police station.

During this time, of course, Qiao Ziqing had caused a scene after regaining consciousness, and even the Qiao family had pressured the police once they learned about it. However, Lin Xingzhu had anticipated such a scenario; the Qiao family would exert pressure, and so would she.

Thus, Qiao Ziqing was still in police custody, and the matter had reached a stalemate.

She looked up at Bai Xiying, who appeared worried, and reassured her, "Don't worry. I promised you, and I will keep my word."

Bai Xiying finished packing her clothes and personal items into a small suitcase, straightened up, and gazed out at the blue sky, feeling a bit lost. "Why do I always encounter such situations...?"

Lin Xingzhu felt a moment of guilt and quickly added, "Please don't blame yourself. There are just too many scoundrels in society; it's just unfortunate that you crossed paths with them."

Before Lin Xingzhu entered this story, she had read about similar news many times. Whenever victims encountered harm, both society and the victims' families, or even the victims themselves, would unconsciously search for faults within themselves rather than condemning the perpetrators' crimes and motives.

Ordinary people were treated this way by invisible shackles. Even when Lin Xingzhu was the daughter of the Qin family, she had seen many young elites treated similarly.

But expecting victims to find problems within themselves is a sign of a lack of basic understanding.

So Lin Xingzhu was genuinely afraid that Bai Xiying might start thinking that way about herself.

Bai Xiying seemed momentarily stunned, her eyes glazing over for an instant.

"Xiying... why are you..." Fang Xiaotong frowned tightly, her face a bit pale, and her speech was hesitant.

The woman clenched the blanket, her exposed wrist fragile enough to break at a touch. Her eyes were reddened, tears streaming down her cheeks: "I—I don't know..."

She turned her head, trying hard to suppress her sobs. "I don't understand why they always pick on me... First it was Lin Xingzhu, then Mu, and now Qiao Ziqing... What did I do wrong?"