(LAST NIGHT)
The heavy rain was a constant, drumming symphony against the pavement as Qingxue walked toward the Mo mansion. She clutched her hoodie closer, the cold wind biting at her skin. Her mind was a whirlwind of worry and determination. She had the proof, but she had to get to Mo Chen, and a feeling of dread settled in her stomach. What if he wouldn't listen? What if he still refused to believe her?
Suddenly, a piercing scream cut through the sound of the rain. It was a woman's voice, filled with sheer terror. Qingxue's head snapped up. She saw a young girl, no older than five, chasing a bright red ball into the street. A car, its tires slick on the wet asphalt, was hurtling toward her, its horn blaring a frantic, desperate warning. The girl's parents were on the sidewalk, screaming, their faces pale with horror, but they were too far away to do anything.
