A person hurried out of the car.
It was a handsome young man with eyes that sparkled like stars, and an air of rebelliousness about him. At this moment, his brows were tightly knit.
Who on earth would suddenly run onto the road in the middle of the night? Were they looking to die?
Just now, a white figure flashed before his eyes, a disheveled woman in white crossing abruptly, scaring him into thinking he had seen a ghost.
The young man walked over with a slightly panicked expression and helped the woman lying on the ground.
She was dressed in a white gown with her black hair in disarray, lying softly in his arms, as if abandoned by the entire world, looking so fragile and innocent. In that instant, his heartbeat stopped.
"Not a ghost, but more like an angel..." the young man muttered to himself.
He quickly checked her over and found no blood. His car was still some distance from her; he hadn't hit her. She must have just fainted from fright.
