A close call, but no harm done.
At a crucial moment, Wen Yanqing pulled Lin Gantang back in time.
The sedan that nearly hit them didn't slow down at all, swerving off the sidewalk and nearly colliding with another passing vehicle, speeding away amid the blaring horns.
The sedan passed by so close that Lin Gantang was terrified, her face as pale as paper.
She fell into Wen Yanqing's arms, feeling cold in her limbs and a sweaty chill on her back, her mind going blank for a moment.
"Are you okay?" Upon closer listening, Wen Yanqing's voice trembled.
Lin Gantang heard the violent pounding of his heart, and her startled soul slowly returned to her.
She clung to his clothes, still shaken: "I'm fine."
Wen Yanqing looked down at her and saw the color drained from her lips, heartbroken, he hugged her tightly, his gaze following the escaping car.
"Sir, did you get hit?" The driver who got out of the car after them also witnessed the terrifying scene and ran over, scared stiff.
