At the same moment, the bridal car that Qiao En should have been in crossed the bridge.
Inside sat a woman who looked exactly like Qiao En.
She wore a white wedding gown, with her makeup done exquisitely.
Her eyes gleamed with a sinister light.
"Big brother, did you take a detour or something? Why has it taken so long and we're still not there?"
She impatiently berated the driver.
"That road was too congested, this way is the same distance. Don't worry, we'll be there soon,"
the driver replied with a smile.
The woman leaned back in her seat, her gaze falling out the window.
The sun shone brightly on a beautiful day.
At the traffic light, the driver hit the brakes, but for some reason, the car suddenly wouldn't obey him.
"Hey, it's a red light, didn't you see?"
the woman exclaimed.
The driver strained, his hands desperately turning the steering wheel as he had already stomped the brake pedal to the floor.
"The brakes have failed,"
he shouted loudly.
