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"Given the situation, let's not tell the family for now."
"Okay."
They returned to the living room and sat on the sofa.
Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat somber.
Mai Xiaomai kept pressing the remote control.
Qiao Chutian finally stood up, "Wife, I want to go out for a bit, is that okay?"
Mai Xiaomai nodded.
Qiao Chutian reached out, hugged her, and walked out.
He walked onto the street.
Around him, people were bustling, when suddenly, a sharp braking sound rang out not far from him.
A child's panicked cries sounded, "Mom, Mom, don't die, don't die..."
Qiao Chutian looked over, only to see a woman covered in blood lying in front of a car that had stopped suddenly, while the child had been pushed to the other side.
His heart clenched intensely, as if he was back in the year of his mother's car accident.
His hands and feet also began to twitch.
