"How could this happen? It's impossible... It had to be a dream! Right! I must be dreaming! I'm still dreaming!" Zheng Motian crouched on the ground and muttered to himself for a long time before suddenly jumping back to his feet.
He rushed to his car, yanked open the driver's door, and jumped inside. He started the engine without even fastening his seat belt, then slammed his foot on the gas.
The man and woman hadn't gone far. They were walking slowly along the roadside.
Zheng Motian kept his eyes straight ahead, deliberately avoiding looking at them, and accelerated to his car's top speed.
The engine roared, and the tires screeched against the road.
He drove like that for a long time, but his ragged breathing didn't ease.
I could feel his heart pounding just as violently.
The vessels throughout his muscles and internal organs throbbed, making their presence known.
Zheng Motian let out a pitiful whimper and muttered something. I couldn't make it out, and he probably didn't know what he was saying himself.
After a long while, he slowly calmed down.
He pulled himself together—or, rather, successfully deluded himself—and became convinced that he wasn't the one with a problem. The people he'd just seen were.
His gaze shifted to the car radio.
The station he'd been listening to had gone silent, and the LCD screen had gone dark. Nothing was displayed.
Zheng Motian hesitated for a long time, staring fixedly at the screen, unable to make up his mind.
When he casually glanced at the road ahead, he saw two figures in the glare.
His car was still driving down the middle of the road, while a man and a woman walked along the roadside.
Zheng Motian slammed on the brakes. The tires shrieked against the pavement.
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