Hiss.
It hurt so much.
Was he going to die?
The faint stench of blood drifted from his nose and mouth. Dong Xuebin, surrounded by darkness, tried moving his fingers—no response. He tried twisting his neck—still no response. Finally, he used every ounce of strength in his body to slowly pry his eyelids open a sliver. In his blurry vision was a massive truck overloaded with sand and gravel. Beside it, an old man in his seventies or eighties and a beautiful woman under thirty lay motionless in pools of blood. Quite a few bystanders had gathered on both sides of the road, their mouths moving as they shouted something beside the old man and woman's bodies. Yet Dong Xuebin could not hear a single sound.
The old man was dead. Aunt Xuan was dead. With injuries this severe... he was surely not going to survive either.
Looking at Qu Yunxuan's beautiful face, smeared with blood, Dong Xuebin felt as though needles were piercing his heart.
His neighbor, Qu Yunxuan, was an exceptionally kind woman. At the intersection, she had seen that the old man had trouble walking and voluntarily helped him cross the street. But even though the light was red, the truck driver approaching from the side—whether drunk or exhausted—had charged straight ahead. Dong Xuebin had spotted Aunt Xuan in danger from afar and rushed over to pull Qu Yunxuan away, but he had not made it in time. He had lost his life along with them.
Regret.
He had never regretted anything so deeply.
If Dong Xuebin had noticed the out-of-control truck and run over to save them just a moment earlier, perhaps none of the three would have died.
But now... it was too late to say anything.
Dong Xuebin's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Unable