A large truck suddenly sped up and rammed over him, crushing his legs beneath its weight. On the ground, the blood slowly began to spread.
The drizzling rain began to fall, and in the blink of an eye, the large truck vanished without a trace.
"Call an ambulance."
It was someone from the court, yelling urgently from across the street, "Quickly, call an ambulance!"
The blood on the ground increased, and the person lying in the pool of blood remained motionless, with eyes wide open and mouth agape, gushing blood profusely...
Zhou Xufang glanced in the direction where the truck had gone, "Uncle, do you believe in fate?"
Zhou Qingrang's gaze was calm as he watched the blood-red scene, "I didn't before, but I do now." Twenty-two years ago, he had been in the same situation, a car accident in the rain, with both legs crushed.
The raindrops grew heavier, and the scent of blood thickened in the air.
Zhou Xufang spoke with feeling, "That's why you have to be a good person."
