His cry was filled with pain, as if he had suffered a serious blow.
It was the first time that li Xianyu heard Hua Yang scream like this. His heart suddenly sank, and anxiety surged up. He pushed away the ordinary people who were biting him and obstructing him. He came to the door of the driver's seat, kicked the door lock, and opened the door.
A driver in uniform was lying on the dashboard in the driver's seat. He had been dead for a long time.
Hua Yang sat on the ground softly, with the instrument panel behind her. She was still translucent, the wings on her back had disappeared, and the robe she had transformed into was difficult to continue. A beautiful body between illusion and reality was revealed in front of li Xianyu.
This was her original appearance, the appearance of the newly born fallen angel in the basement of the abandoned hospital.
Mother Hua Yang felt like she had been beaten back to her original state.
