At that moment, not far off, a familiar figure appeared.
The woman's eyes were reddened, her expression somewhat haggard, as she walked out of the mall and absentmindedly hailed a taxi.
"Yu Yu," Lu Yancheng's eyes brightened, and he subconsciously walked toward her.
After taking a few steps, a sense of unease suddenly surged inside him, growing stronger and stronger.
"No, don't get on!"
No one could sense his presence, and the taxi simply passed through him and slowly drove away.
Lu Yancheng's eyes were red as he stood there, dumbfounded.
What was happening?
Why was he so distraught?
The scent of despair was so suffocating he could hardly breathe; without time to think further, he had already started chasing after the taxi.
There was a traffic light up ahead, and the taxi had just reached the intersection when the red light unexpectedly turned green, the vehicle slowly accelerated to cross, and as it reached the middle of the road—
The next second.
