Fang Yan clutched the red embroidery ball in her hand and left the Antique City, ready to go home. The place where Fang Yan lived was right next to a busy street, and every time she returned to the neighborhood, she had to cross a crosswalk.
Today, Fang Yan stood by the street holding the red embroidery ball, waiting for the green light as usual. Looking at the red traffic light, Fang Yan didn't notice that the red embroidery ball in her hand emitted a faint red glow.
The glow was very weak, just flickered slightly and disappeared, Fang Yan was oblivious, and seeing the green light appear, she stepped forward to cross the zebra crossing.
But just when she reached the middle of the street, a white sedan which had been parked beside her suddenly flashed its headlights in red, then the sedan rushed forward and hit Fang Yan.
