The two Maseratis soared into the air and, upon reaching the highest point, stopped, then spiraled downward, rapidly falling into the deep valley.
Inside the cars, Ouyang Feiting and Beiming Xue were already terrified, their faces pale with fear.
Instinctively, both pressed hard on the accelerator, but only the sound of the engine idling could be heard, as the sports cars beneath them failed to accelerate forward.
At this moment, Ouyang Feiting felt utterly hopeless. Since she had lost Wang Yan, what was the difference between living and dying? Dying would at least bring an end, and her heart wouldn't hurt anymore.
However, when Ouyang Feiting turned her head and saw Beiming Xue in the red Maserati trailing them, a sudden feeling of guilt welled up inside her: "I'm sorry, you should have been living happily together with Brother Wang Yan."
Just then, Beiming Xue in the red Maserati also looked over at Ouyang Feiting.
