The sound of thunder erupted in Lin Yixun's ears as she stared blankly into the distance. Not far from her, a black sedan was parked motionlessly.
She struggled to get up from the ground, her knee scraped to the point of losing a thick layer of skin, blood slowly spreading across her light blue jeans. But she had no time to worry about this.
At this moment, her mind and heart were occupied by only one person - Xing Yi, Xing Yi...
Where is Xing Yi? How is he? Is he alright?
"Xing Yi! Xing Yi!"
Lin Yixun called out loudly to him but received no response. She quickened her steps, limping, and hurriedly made her way toward the car.
When her gaze fell upon the blood-covered Xing Yi, her heart was brutally twisted.
"Xing Yi..." She trembled as she whispered his name, afraid to call out too loudly for fear of never hearing his response again.
In her moment of overwhelming fear, she heard the man's weak voice in the nightshade, "Yixun... I'm okay..."
