The last sound that Shao Hao remembered in his life was the scream of tires skidding on the wet ground - a sharp sound that sounded like it was going to tear the sky apart. Then there was a dull thud, as if someone had dropped a watermelon in his head.
When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital, but a gray sky, with gray like black smoke floating in it.
"Hold……"
