"Boom, boom, boom..."
Thunder roared as Chen Nan had just stepped out when a downpour began.
Chen Nan, who usually sped recklessly, had to slow down because of the rain impairing his vision. It was still early, just after eight o'clock, and Han Yuting didn't finish work until half-past eleven, so there was no rush.
Raindrops the size of thumbs hit the windshield, making a pitter-patter sound. Chen Nan was more cautious than usual, focusing intently on the road ahead.
Just then, a figure appeared ahead.
A woman lay in the middle of the road, motionless, and it was uncertain whether she was dead or alive.
In the tempestuous night with limited visibility, such a scene could terrify a driver of average psychological endurance into an emergency brake, perhaps even causing a traffic accident.
Luckily, Chen Nan was someone who wouldn't blink an eye even at murder; he was not frightened by the situation.
