Her heart hurt so badly that it was about to kill her. Yet, she was absolutely helpless toward everything.
All of a sudden, Yan Zi did not know what she was even living for—at this moment, she wished that she had never been born.
Why did this car not knock her to death? If she were gone, everything would be gone, and she wouldn't have to face everything anymore.
A young man came forth from the car that knocked her over followed by a young woman from the backseat, both looking anxious.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" The man should be the driver, anxious and worried that he might have killed someone.
The woman on the other hand was somewhat calmer. "This miss here, can you hear me speaking? Can you tell me where you're hurt? If you can't get up, we'll send you to the hospital right away."
Most likely due to how the matter was not resolved by these two, another young man came forth from the backseat. He looked cold yet extraordinarily charming.