The heart-rending howls, the noise of the crowd, the chaotic roar of the ambulance, and the school intersection surrounded by vehicles. When Han Le closed his eyes, he held a brand new box of colored pencils tightly in his hand. The blood stains on his blue and white plaid skirt were particularly dazzling.
Ten years later.
Han Yuan angrily pushed open the door of the managing director's office.
"Jinchuan, if I want you to save me, I might as well just die."
The people in the seats didn't look up at her. After a while, he pressed secretary Shen Zijun's phone number. As soon as he was picked up, he said sternly, "Get out of here the ungrateful thing standing at my door right now."
"I was forced to press my fingerprints, so the agreement is invalid." Han Yu'an slammed the door and ran down the seventeenth floor angrily.
Downstairs, Ni Jinjiang was walking back and forth at a square pace. His car was three minutes and forty seconds late than the agreed time. He looked at his watch impatiently, but his attention was suddenly attracted by the woman who suddenly rushed out. He stepped forward and locked the woman's neck with a well-trained step, and quickly pulled her back. A high-end car one meter away made a screeching sound due to sudden braking, trying to slide into the night sky.
Han Yu'an came back to her senses, her feet softened, and her whole body clung to the man. "Brother Bin, I want to see Brother Bin." Han Yu'an kept mumbling in a daze, running towards home, completely unaware of the deep and lonely eyes staring at her behind her.