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Nightmare at Twelve: Forbidden Love at Twelve - Chapter 006: A Romantic Encounter in the Pub (Part 4) 

Despite the pressure, I couldn't resist my curiosity and turned to look for the source of the light. Following my sixth sense, I looked towards a dark place and vaguely saw a man embracing a woman, with several other men surrounding them.
The man seemed to notice my peeping, raised his glass to the air and gestured to me. I disdainfully turned my head away, suppressing the panic and confusion in my heart, and dragged Echo, who was chatting with a man, back to the private room.
I think I called out something during the echo, but I was so distracted that I didn't remember. Back in my room, I quickly closed the door, patted my chest, and took a deep breath. What's wrong with me today? Usually, when someone looks directly at me or pays attention to me like that, I don't feel this panicked. Instead, I can calmly flirt with that person. But today, this man gives me a feeling of terror and fear. He seems familiar, yet I can't recall where I've seen him before.
Echo shook me: "Tian Tian! What's wrong with Tian Tian? You seem distracted? Are you sick today? You look so pale!"
I shook my head, signaling her to stop: "Beauty, if you shake me like this a few more times, I'm really going to die. It's okay, but which big shot did you meet that made me wait so long? If you're going to act like a diva, then don't agree to meet them."
Echo took a sip of his drink helplessly: "I don't know either. It's pretty boring. Maybe we should just go home."
"Well, we're already here. Let's wait a bit longer."
After all, it was Echo's heartfelt gift, and we couldn't let her down.
"I'll go out and take a look. If you're not feeling well, you can rest here for a while."
Echo wasn't willing to just come and leave. He was still holding the phone, probably because he felt awkward about urging that important figure to come and ask.
Feeling a little dizzy and slightly tipsy, I asked for directions to the restroom and went to wash my face. Just as I reached the door, I heard a faint sobbing sound coming from inside. Following the sound, it seemed to be coming from the innermost stall.
I thought for a moment, then tentatively pushed the door open. To my surprise, it opened. However, I had unnecessarily interrupted their good time. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the little girl who was being crushed seemed to be in great pain. When she saw me push the door open, her eyes were full of pleading...
Was the little girl not there willingly? A flash of inspiration struck me; the scene before me jolted me awake, and the image of being raped twenty years ago flashed through my mind, overlapping with the memory.
I was stunned! I felt just like her back then, pleading with passersby with that same desperate expression, only to be glanced at and immediately walked away. This scene before me seemed like a replica of my own back then. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. I absolutely cannot let this little girl repeat my mistakes, leaving her with a lifelong, indelible shadow in her heart.
On a whim, I, usually so cold-blooded, picked up my bag and threw it at the man, simultaneously kicking him in the butt. The man lost his balance and stumbled, landing next to the toilet. The little girl was temporarily free from his clutches, but she was still terrified, standing there motionless. I quickly pulled her up, wanting to run away with her. At that moment, I was so caught up in the scene that I didn't think clearly, only wanting to rescue the little girl myself, ignoring the most fundamental difference between men and women—strength!

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