Translator: Yunyi
Song Jingwan received a fright. “Song Yaoyao, have you lost your mind again?!”
She suddenly remembered the incident at the mountain resort. That day, Song Yaoyao had lost her mind in the same way and shoved her head into the bathtub. The look on her face was murderous.
She struggled as the girl held her down, and she tried to break free.
Song Yaoyao didn’t have much strength, so Song Jingwan easily freed herself.
She leaned against the seat and huddled into a ball. Her face was pale but her eyes were still glowing.
“You can just pretend that I lost my mind.” She looked toward the other side of the road. Song Wenchuan had already paid and was returning. Her eyes curved. “But since we’re on this topic, do you really think of him as an older brother, or are you just persistent about winning against me, so you can’t bear to see him treat me well?”
She pointed at Song Jingwan’s heart as she spoke indifferently.
At that moment, her tone was very different from her cute exterior and she looked frighteningly mature.
It made Song Jingwan feel naked in front of her.
Her intentions had nowhere to hide.
The weather was cold and Song Wenchuan wasn’t wearing his coat, so he began to sneeze.
In his hands, he was holding two bags. The contents were hot, and a layer of steam formed on the inside of the plastic bags.
“Here, your chestnuts.”
Song Wenchuan shoved a bag into Song Yaoyao’s hands and handed the other one to Song Jingwan. “Jingwan, this is for you.”
He was completely fair; no one had any more or less than the other.
Song Jingwan accepted the bag quietly and bit her lower lip. “Thank you, Big Brother.”
The chestnuts were freshly roasted, so they were steaming hot. At first, she felt a little moved, but when she saw the exact same bag in Song Yaoyao’s hands, her feelings immediately subsided.
What was so good about this takeaway food? She wasn’t the one who wanted to eat it!
“Are you sure you’re fine? Do you want to go to the hospital?”
Song Wenchuan leaned forward and placed the back of his hand against Song Yaoyao’s forehead. The temperature was fine; she did not have a fever.
To be honest, when she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and her face turned pale, he was seriously frightened.
“I’m fine. You’re so naggy.”
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes as she mumbled.
“Are you complaining behind my back again? Don’t think I didn’t hear you.” Song Wenchuan glared at her, pretending to be angry, and closed the car door. “Let’s go.”
This time, Song Yaoyao did not stop him.
Her lips were pale as she held onto the chestnuts to warm her hands.
After they boarded the car, two police vehicles suddenly sped past them with their sirens blaring.
Song Wenchuan felt unsettled. He felt as though he had forgotten something.
However, he shook his head and started the car.
But not long after driving, their path was suddenly blocked.
“What’s wrong?”
Song Jingwan opened the car window to take a look, but after one glance, her stomach turned and she dry retched.
“Ugh—”
Not far away, a blue convertible sports car had been totaled, and in front of it, a big truck was lying on its side. All around them, cars were piled up.
But this was not the main issue. The issue was, when Song Jingwan looked out, she just so happened to see the paramedics lifting a corpse onto a stretcher.
How did she know it was a corpse? Because Song Jingwan saw that the person’s head had been crushed.
And underneath him was a pool of red and white that stood out beneath the street lights.
Song Wenchuan’s heart raced. He blanked out for a few seconds before he quickly pulled Song Jingwan toward him.
“Don’t look! You will have nightmares.”
But he was too late; Song Jingwan had already seen it. She trembled as the scene replayed in her mind. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t get rid of it.
