Qin Yin's hand tightened, her voice lacing with ice as she said, "Committed suicide."
"What?" Mu Jinxi stood abruptly from the seat of the car, her head 'thunking' against the roof.
"Ouch." She winced, gritting her teeth in pain.
Jone, sitting in the passenger seat and hugging a large teddy bear, struggled to turn around and said sympathetically, "Oh dear, my darling, could you be a little less excited? We're in a car, mind your head."
The taxi driver shuddered, wondering what kind of eccentric passengers he had picked up today.
He glanced at Jone again, wondering if this person hugging a giant stuffed toy was a man or a woman.
"Alright, calm down," Qin Yin gently massaged Mu Jinxi's head, asking, "Does it hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"Stop being so fussy." Mu Jinxi brushed Qin Yin's hand away and held hers, asking, "Did that wretch drive her to it?"
