52 killing two birds with one stone

Cheng Rou Ling yelled out in anger as she roughly slammed the door leading to the hall's balcony behind her with a resounding thud.

Although the view from the balcony was breathtaking, the city lights stretching out below, like a galaxy of stars fallen to Earth, but as much as she would like to enjoy the view in front of her, the amount of anger building up inside her made it impossible. 

"Who does he think he is?!" Cheng Rou Ling seethes, her voice trembling with anger as she moves to grab the balcony railing, her hands tremble lightly, knuckles turning white from the strain. The gentle swaying of the curtains in the evening breeze did little to soothe the turbulence in her heart.

She was so sick and tired of being called a whore, they did not have the right to judge her when none of them knew what she's been through.