Listening to her speak to this point, Feng Sihai finally realized there was something wrong, his face full of surprise: "You, you're saying—"
Hua Miaobing nodded, then climbed down from him, opened the car door, and sat in her own car.
Feng Sihai hesitated for a moment before circling around the car front to sit in the driver's seat.
He drove the car onto the road. For a long time inside the car, it was silent.
Feng Sihai initially wanted to drive to a nearby hospital as Feng Yongzhuo instructed, but Hua Miaobing wanted him to keep driving and enjoy the breeze.
The car windows opened, cold air arrived, brutally pouring in. A gasp of cold air reached the bottom of her lungs; Hua Miaobing felt as though her entire body had turned into an ice stick.
Right now, she desperately wished to fall into Hell.
The coldness woke her brain, all at once, the heat in her eyes brimmed over, the tears falling uncontrollably.
"Old Feng, I shouldn't be alive. I should have died long ago."
