“But your hands.” Su Ziheng’s face was full of worry.

"This injury won't kill you. As for the pain, consider it a lesson learned. I shouldn't have gotten to know you in the first place." Song Anran looked at Su Ziheng solemnly.

Song Anran's words were like a knife piercing Su Ziheng's heart.

The knife clearly stabbed her, but he felt even more pain than she did.

"Do you want to completely sever ties with me? Once I return to the Su family, I can protect you. Just put on some makeup, and we have plenty of ways to escape the police."

Su Ziheng tried to persuade her to stay.

After this parting of ways, it will probably be difficult for them to see each other again.

"No need. You are the heir of the Su family. There's no need for you to associate with a death row inmate like me and tarnish your reputation."

Song Anran clutched her arm, turned around, and walked away alone.

Su Ziheng started walking, trying to catch up.

Song Anran did not turn around, but warned him sternly.

"If you're doing this for my safety, don't take another step. Consider it the last thing you'll do for me."

With those words in mind, Su Ziheng dared not step forward.

Holding the knife that had just stabbed Song Anran, Su Ziheng stumbled back to the spot where the car had crashed.

The police arrived quickly.

Lu Zhiwei got out of the car and the police arrived at the scene.

Based on the tire tracks, it can be basically determined that the road ends here.

Su Ziheng, who was kneeling on the grass, slowly got up when he saw Lu Zhiwei and the police.

"Where is Song Anran?" Lu Zhiwei rushed up to Su Ziheng and grabbed his collar to ask.