The truck had such a large mass, and thus inertia, that even when it was grinding against the rails, it didn't stop instantly. It continued to tip forward for a while before it finally stopped. The front part of the truck hanged dangerously off the edge, and it was billowing with dark smoke.
Through the windshield, Song Qingchun could see the truck driver, who was not far away, collapsed like a rag doll in the driver's seat. There was blood trickling down from his forehead.
Such a gory scene caused Song Qingchun's stomach to turn, and she immediately turned her face away. The shock of the event caused Song Qingchun's breath to catch in her throat. She pulled down the car window, and the warm spring draft wafted into the car, carrying with it the faded smell of flowers.
Song Qingchun sighed in relief and couldn't help but lament, "That was so close!"
