He was fine until he moved, and when he did, Gu Qili suddenly burst into tears. The fear and grievance that had been suppressed in her heart gushed out like a flood. She sobbed, her tears and snot smeared on his clean white shirt, signaling that this shirt could now exit the stage of history.
Mu Shuoqian didn't know what to say, feeling a twitching pain where her face rubbed against him.
That was the area over his heart.
One hand, still somewhat stiff, patted her back, and he raised his eyes and gave Yuan Yi a look. Yuan Yi immediately understood his intention, opened the door, and got out to check.
As soon as Yuan Yi's feet hit the ground, he saw Guan Zhe, also covered in mud, coming out from the woods by the road. His face was bloody, and he was swearing while on the phone, seemingly not noticing the parked car and heading straight towards his own sedan not far away.
Yuan Yi carefully memorized his face and license plate number.
