No one dared to go forward and check.

Tang Xiaoxiao stared at the car's license plate number and let out a long sigh of relief.

Han Yunqi's hands were cold, trembling slightly from being covered in cold sweat. His cold, damp hands felt uncomfortable holding hers, but Tang Xiaoxiao didn't pull away. Instead, she patted his back with her other hand and whispered, "It's alright."

Han Yunqi's eyes were still glazed over as he stared blankly at the car accident scene not far ahead, muttering, "Vehicles in the market don't drive too fast, and there's never been an accident in all these years. How could this car...?"

This is the direction Han's father should take if he wants to go home.

Tang Xiaoxiao understood what he meant. After all, it was inside the market, and all vehicles, regardless of size, would drive very slowly. Drivers would also be very careful, which meant that the possibility of a car accident was very small. It wouldn't be difficult for either the driver or the pedestrian to avoid the accident if they wanted to.

But things just happened to be like that. According to eyewitnesses, Han Shiping was standing on the side of the road with his back to the truck, talking on the phone. He didn't know what was happening behind him. Because he was distracted by the phone call, he didn't hear when someone saw the truck coming towards him and shouted "Get out of the way!"

Perhaps they heard it but didn't realize it was being called.

Because the truck's steering wheel failed, it was too late for the driver to change course or brake suddenly.

Although the vehicle was moving slowly, the weight of the trailer was far greater than that of a small car. In the end, it crashed directly into Han's father, ran over him, and then hit an obstacle on the side of the road before finally coming to a stop.

Afterwards, many of the relatives from the Han family who came to offer their condolences said that it was all fate.

Accidents happen in the places least likely to occur, yet by a series of coincidences.

Tang Xiaoxiao didn't know whether it was fate or not.

But since fate had arranged for her to come back again, she could not bear to watch Han Shiping die again.

So what if it was destined? She is the biggest surprise in this world.

She was determined to defy fate.

Before the traffic police arrived, the driver, covered in dust, climbed out of the driver's seat on his own.

He's in good health, and apart from some scratches on his face, he doesn't seem to be seriously injured.

Upon seeing the driver, Tang Xiaoxiao immediately recognized him as the driver who caused the car accident involving Han's father in her previous life.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with an ordinary appearance, slightly drooping eyebrows, and a bitter look on his face.

This face was what Han Yunqi hated for many years in his past life.

Although he knew it wasn't entirely his fault, and the steering wheel malfunction wasn't something he intended.

But that was the hatred for killing one's father.

......

The traffic police arrived quickly, dispersed the crowd, and began investigating the scene. There was no need to watch any longer. Thinking that Guo Mingli and the twins were waiting for them to come home for dinner, Han Shiping said goodbye to Uncle Wu and the group went home.

Zhang Yongfeng said he had other matters to attend to and would not travel with the Han family.

The three of them didn't speak as they drove back, but Han Yunqi couldn't get the image of that trailer truck out of his mind.

If he hadn't come here with his dad today.

If his father happened to be standing at that intersection at that time.

If he happens to be talking to someone, or has his back to the trailer and doesn't have time to move aside...

Was Xiaoxiao's dream really just a dream?

He dared not think too deeply, and a layer of cold sweat had already broken out on his back.

After returning home, Han Shiping told Guo Mingli about the car accident at the steel market. The elderly couple knew nothing about it and only casually remarked, "Luckily, no one was hurt."