The pitter-patter of cold rain on her face slowly brought Wang Jingyuan back to consciousness. She realized that she couldn't feel her limbs and panicked. Was she dead? Did she break every bone in her body? Her head pounded with a headache as she thought back to what had happened. A van came out of nowhere and drove straight into the café, slamming into the spot where she and Shao Wenbo were sitting at. Wang Jingyuan knew she was hit; she felt it. She didn't know if it was possible to survive such a powerful and direct hit.
Besides the sound of rain, it was quiet around her. What happened to the other people in the café? Where are the blaring sirens from the paramedics? Did no one call an ambulance? Wang Jingyuan's mind was muddled with questions. Was Shao Wenbo okay?
