A very bad premonition crept over Gu Yu Sheng's heart, his whole body stiffened for a moment, and he suddenly turned his head to see that in the middle of the street, where he had just been pushed away from, a blue Ford had stopped.

  About two meters in front of Ford's car head, someone was lying down.

  Not far from the left side of that person, a piece of clothing was scattered.

  That suit was all too familiar to him; it was the very one he had just taken off and tossed to Liang Doukou.

  So, the person lying there is... Liang Doukou?

  He threw his coat at her and turned to leave, but she stopped him because a car had arrived.

  As Gu Yu Sheng's mind turned, he once again recalled Liang Dou Kou's voice: "Gu Yu Sheng!"

  Gu Yu's body swayed slightly, leaning against the street lamp behind him. The dim light poured down from his head, illuminating his stunningly handsome face, making it look hazy and blurry.

  His face was very calm, with no emotional fluctuations, his eyes stared at the suit on the ground without blinking, and he looked quiet like a frozen picture.

  ……

  The owner of the Ford was apparently also frightened by the sudden accident, sitting in the car for a while before pushing open the door and hastily getting out.

  Qin Zhi'ai lay motionless on the ground.

  The car owner couldn't tell if she was still alive, and he was terrified in his heart. He slowly crept over to Qin Zhi'ai's side, crouched down slowly, and stretched out his hand towards her nose.

  The car owner had not yet detected whether Qin Zhi'ai's breathing was still there, but Qin Zhi'ai, who was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes first.

  The car owner saw Qin Zhi Ai wake up and obviously let out a sigh of relief: "Miss, are you okay?"

  Qin Zhi Ai was stunned for a while, and when she finally reacted to what had happened, her instincts kicked in and she looked around. When she saw Gu Yu Sheng standing by the roadside, leaning against a streetlamp, her expression visibly relaxed. Only then did she turn her gaze back to the driver and respond to his previous question: "I... I'm fine."

  "That was close, that was close... The owner thought about it more and more, repeating "that was close" several times in a row. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he hastily rummaged through his pocket: "...I'll call an ambulance right away, and report to the police..."

  "No, never mind......" Qin Zhi'ai gently moved her body and found that nothing was broken or fractured. She continued to speak: "Just take me to the hospital directly."

  "Oh, okay." The car owner replied dazedly, and after a short while, he finally came to his senses. He then hastily stretched out his hand and helped Qin Zhi'ai up from the ground.