Inside the Lincoln.
The driver, holding his throbbing head, straightened up and fumbled in the dark toward his side.
"Mr. Li, Miss Chu... Han, how are you all?"
"I'm fine!" Han Yilan crawled out from under the airbag, touching his body as he turned his face, "Mr. Li, Miss Chu, how are you?"
"I'm fine!" Li Hannian struggled to unfasten his seat belt and, feeling his way in the dark, reached over, holding Chu Nanxi's arm, only to touch the warm blood of the girl. The man's voice immediately changed, "Xixi, Xixi?!"
At that moment, everyone was scrambling down the hillside, some turning on the flashlights on their phones, others grabbing the flashlights from the car and rushing over.
"Nanxi!" Qiao Jiashang was the first to reach the side of the car, staring at the visibly deformed right rear car door, instantly breaking into a cold sweat. He rushed forward, not caring about the glass and metal, and pulled with his hands to open the door, "Nanxi, Nanxi!"
