Zhan Nanjue quickly came back to his senses.
He frantically turned the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes.
But it was still too late.
The oncoming car still couldn't completely avoid him.
In a dizzying whirl, his phone flew out of the half-open car window.
When Zhan Nanjue came to his senses again, he slowly looked up and saw the blood streaming down his forehead in the rearview mirror.
Realizing his phone had slipped from his hand, he wasted no time in getting out of the car to pick it up.
People who saw him emerge from the driver's seat stared at him in shock.
Zhan Nanjue saw blood dripping from his forehead to the ground.
All the sounds seemed to grow fainter, and his vision began to blur.
He hazily searched for his phone, took just two steps, and then staggered to the ground, unconscious.
Shirao—
Gong Shirao—
Was it you who replied to the message? What exactly did you reply? I really want to know, but why can I only see darkness?
Meanwhile.
