The accident happened too fast.
The truck that was meant to kill Xiao Jinhan sped out from the woods beside the road.
He seemed unwilling to continue playing the chase game with Xiao Jinhan, and in less than three seconds, he rushed over very quickly.
Fortunately, Xiao Jinhan was vigilant. While looking at WeChat, he sensed a cold glint and instinctively turned the steering wheel, adjusting the car's angle.
The truck crashed with a deafening roar.
The black sedan ran over the side of the truck, breaking apart and sparking.
The truck was too large and overturned, leaving all the empty boxes lying on the side of the road.
The car was trapped under the left tire of the truck, and half of the car was crushed into a pancake.
Fortunately, there was still space in the driver's seat.
The impact was so strong that Xiao Jinhan suffered a concussion, his head was spinning, and he was stuck in the driver's seat.
Blood was seeping from his forehead as he forced his tired eyes open, while the phone lying to the side still had its screen lit up.
He had already opened Tang Yaoyao's WeChat.
The words in the dialog box.
I could vaguely make out one line:
Fourth Brother, I think I miss you.
Xiao Jinhan's thin lips curled into a smile.
This girl posted at just the right time.
He dared not die at that moment.
He still had so many girls who missed him to see.
He tried to get out of the driver's seat, but his feet were stuck inside.
Beep beep beep...
A strong, pungent smell of gasoline filled the air.
There was a burst of firelight in front of Xiao Jinhan's eyes.
He frowned, realizing the seriousness of the problem.
If the fuel tank explodes, he might really die here.
He was exhausted and trapped under the car, unable to break free no matter how hard he tried.
My vision became increasingly blurry.
My hands were damp and smelled of blood; I didn't know where I was injured.
My body is numb with pain, and I can't feel the danger of my injury.
With only a vague vision, he could see movement in the overturned truck, and a dark figure stumbled out of it.
The pungent smell of gasoline is becoming more and more pronounced.
Heat was constantly emanating from all around.
Xiao Jinhan, who was trapped in prison, gave a mocking smile.
Could it be that he's really going to die here?
But that girl...
The chat window remained lit, but Xiao Jinhan lacked the courage to message Tang Yaoyao.
Only then did he realize that life and death were separated by a single thought.
And the one you love, though near, is also far away.
He didn't want to upset her, so he broke all his promises.
Finally, he opened the voice message and said in a hoarse voice, "Received, Little Sixteen."
The phone slipped from my hand and landed to the side.
Xiao Jinhan fell into a coma.
At that moment, a red sports car sped past, then reversed and stopped at the scene of the accident a few seconds later.
A young woman with long, wavy hair stepped out of the sports car.
Wearing sunglasses, with fair skin, jeans, long boots, and a black leather jacket, she accentuated her shapely figure.
A faint fragrance filled the air, as if trying to mask the strong smell of gasoline at the scene.
She saw Xiao Jinhan's handsome silhouette pressed under the car, and was stunned at first, but then walked over regardless of the danger.
The scene was extremely dangerous, with very high temperatures near the fuel tank.
It could explode in the next second.
Bai Li, still wearing a Bluetooth earphone, said anxiously, "I can't talk to you anymore, I have something to do now."
The voice on the phone said, "What's up? Weren't you driving?"
"Save him, he's seriously injured," Bai Li said.
"What happened?"
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