Ji Weixi tried to run, but she no longer at the chance because the car was about to hit her.
However.
Skiiiid—
With a sharp screech of the brakes, the car stopped.
Ji Weixi's legs gave out when she saw that the car was just inches away. She dropped to the ground, her umbrella blown miles away by the winds.
The rear door of the car was open and someone with long legs and polished black shoes stepped out, hurrying towards her.
"Are you alright?!"
The gentle voice of a man spoke overhead, and Ji Weixi slowly looked up.
He was holding an umbrella above her and standing there in his dark trench coat, but his appearance was bleak.
Beneath his silver hair, there was concern in his amber eyes. However, he appeared used to being melancholic, carrying all sorts of unsolvable anxieties.
He was a sickly pale-white—even his lips had lost all color.
