“I'm not sick! I won't see a psychiatrist!”

Song Jingwan turned her head and looked out the window angrily.

She dug her nails into her palms, leaving red crescent moon marks on her hands.

If he couldn't be her brother alone, then he should just disappear!

She was not sharing his love!

“Jingwan, be careful!”

Just as she thought this, the car abruptly veered to the side. Song Jingwan stared ahead in shock, her pupils constricting.

A big truck had lost control and was flying toward them.

At that moment, Song Wenchuan used all his strength to turn the steering wheel, facing the driver's seat into the line of impact.

Song Jingwan was wrapped up by a pair of arms. She blinked her eyes in a daze as something sounded beside her ear.

Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop…

“Ugh—”

On the athletic field, a bunch of boys and girls were dripping sweat.

All of a sudden, a small figure fell and lay on the floor without any response.

“Song Yaoyao!”

“Yaoyao!”

Shen Xun's usually roguish smile faded as he ran toward Song Yaoyao like he had lost his mind.

Tang Xinrou was shocked. Her knees fell weak as she also ran toward Song Yaoyao.

Behind Shen Xun, An Feiran followed without a sound, but his steps were also hurried.

Blood. Blood was everywhere…

The car was turned into a pile of useless metal. The person in the driver's seat was rendered unrecognizable by the blood on his face. His breathing was weak, and his arms and legs were twisted…

“Huff!”

Song Yaoyao's eyes flew open and cold sweat fell into her eyes. Stinging them!

“I…”

“Yaoyao! Huhu, I'm so glad that you're fine!”

Song Yaoyao felt a body pounce against her before she managed to make a sound. Tang Xinrou lay carefully beside her, her eyes swollen from crying.

Next to her ear, was the sound of a machine. Her arms were too weak to move. She blinked her eyes in surprise.

“You're awake,” the boy's voice was low and raspy.

“The doctor said this was due to lack of exercise. You should get a check-up at the hospital,” An Feiran looked over. “Are you feeling okay, Yaoyao? Should we take you to the hospital?”

“Huhu, stupid Yaoyao! You really scared me!”

Tang Xinrou's voice was choked up. She gritted her teeth and pinched the girl gently.

But Song Yaoyao didn't sense anything. Her usually sparkly eyes were dazed and staring straight at the wall. Blood slowly faded from her retina and the white wall of the nurse's office finally came into view. She also noticed the worried faces of the third cla.s.s looking at her from the doorway.

She suddenly threw off her blanket and ran out barefooted.

Tang Xinrou yelled in surprise, “Yaoyao, where are you going?!”

Shen Xun's eyelids twitched as he quickly grabbed onto her waist to stop her. Hostility slowly appeared in his eyes as he glared at the person next to him. “You call this fine? How did you examine her? She's clearly unwell! F*ck…”

He cursed quietly.

Huo Ningxi heard about the news and rushed over. As he arrived, he was met with this scene.

The girl's face turned pale and her eyes became misty.

Huo Ningxi felt as though he lost his soul and his heart began to hurt.

“Huhuhu, Yaoyao, what's wrong? Don't scare me…” Tang Xinrou wiped her tears helplessly.

“Let's go to the hospital first,” Huo Ningxi mumbled.

At a time like this, all grudges could be temporarily brushed aside. Song Yaoyao was clearly unwell and dazed.