The world spun around wildly, and all the airbags in the car deployed, filling the cabin with their bulk.
Mu Shuoqian was trapped among them, warm fresh blood profusely streamed down his head, his body broken in numerous places with countless wounds, the pain spreading through his limbs and bones, nearly causing him to pass out.
People were knocking on the car windows, shouting loudly, lights were turned on all around, those lights painfully stabbing his eyes.
He seemed to see beams of white light rising from the heavens, the surrounding thick white fog resembling the legendary appearance of heaven.
He knew he wouldn't live much longer, but he didn't want to die like this, he hadn't yet seen his child with his own eyes, he hadn't yet loudly told her "I love you".
Yes, he couldn't die, at least not before letting her know, he loved her, loved her to the marrow of his bones.
