Chapter 564 With Her Hair Up, He Was The Dream

"Ouch!" she cried out in agony, her hand trembling as she clutched her throbbing leg. When she loosened her grasp, a trickle of blood stained her palm. Meanwhile, the culprit on the bicycle staggered briefly before swiftly pedaling away, escaping into the distance. Charlotte watched the bicycle vanish helplessly, her heart sinking with a sense of powerlessness. She struggled to rise to her feet, her limbs unsteady and quietly settled onto a nearby wooden chair. It was inconvenient to hail a taxi at this location. She reached into her backpack, feeling disheartened.