Despite Lingyun's repetitive helpless cries, Lingbing remained unresponsive. The shattered glass mirrored the tottered fragments of his composure.
"Ge ge! Please wake up, please."
Yang Lingyun tried to move, jolting his body but to no avail. The sickening scent of burning rubber and gasoline wafted through the night as smoke billowed from the mangled wreckage, surrounding the area in an acrid haze.
"No, elder brother you cannot die."
In the nightmare, time felt really slow and messed up. Yang Lingyun was stuck in a scary loop, replaying the horrifying sequence of events over and over again, each iteration more torturous than the last. The weight of remorse bore down upon his conscience, leaving deep scars within his soul.
"Help, somebody, please!" He cried desperately for help, but his plea got drowned in the chaos and noise.
