On a midsummer day, the child's face was scorching with the sun a few minutes ago, but in the blink of an eye the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

There were lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and visibility became extremely low.

The wipers have basically become a decoration, and the cars driving on the highway have slowed down.

A dazzling bolt of lightning brought an earth-shattering thunder.

Xin Yu, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed to rest, opened his eyes and reached out to rub his aching temples.

She was originally in France for a one-year further study, and received an order from a domestic company to fly back from France to attend a few fashion shows.

In total, I haven't slept for nearly thirty hours.

At this moment, I was rushing from the show venue in Shenzhen to Guangzhou to attend the opening ceremony of the Guangzhou International Fashion Show.

Xin Yu works for a well-known domestic clothing company and is the chief designer of the company's women's clothing department. She studied under a famous French design master. She went to France for further studies because of the company's development needs, focusing on the design of accessories.

I looked out the window and realized that although the trip was relatively urgent, such bad weather was not suitable for continuing on the journey.

Xin Yu's brows tightened and she ordered the driver specially assigned to her by the Shenzhen branch: "Find a place to take shelter from the rain first. This kind of weather is too unsafe."

According to the sign, there is a rest area 500 meters ahead.

The driver turned on the turn signal and prepared to change lanes as instructed, but at this moment a sharp braking sound came from the rear, followed by several loud crashes.

The momentum from the rear knocked the car that was changing lanes into the air.

Xin Yu's memory stopped at a huge explosion, and then he didn't know anything else.

When she opened her eyes again, she felt that her whole body was weak, and her head was in unbearable pain as if it had been opened with a knife.

With difficulty, he raised his hand to rub his abnormally swollen and painful forehead, and looked around to find that he was lying on his back in the wild.

There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, and there are still lightning, thunder, and violent storms in my memory.

Could it be that I was too tired and my memory was wrong, so there was no lightning, thunder, violent storm at all?

But what's going on when I'm lying in the wild with my whole body sore and weak?

Enduring the pain all over his body, Xin Yu tried hard to change his state from lying down to sitting up.

Fortunately, there was a stone tablet next to her. She sat up leaning on the stone tablet and realized that she was on a quiet hillside.

Looking around, there is only a winding path under the hillside connecting the small mountain village not far away. Where is the highway?

Xin Yu, who has always been calm and composed, is no longer calm. Where did this car accident throw her?

Could it be that the highway was on the other side of the hillside, and she was thrown out of the car and flew over the hillside to the other side of the hillside?

At this time, Xin Yu had not yet realized that he was on a hillside where everything was dry and there was no sign of the rain having passed or the sky would clear up. He did not realize or did not even realize that he was no longer Xin Yu at this time.

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Xin Yu reached out to touch the stone monument and wanted to stand up and walk to the other side of the hillside to see what was going on. As soon as her hand touched the stone monument, there was a "boom" in her mind, and many memories that did not belong to her appeared alternately in her mind.

Why are there so many messy things in your mind?

Xin Yu was horrified, her eyes inadvertently glanced at the hand supporting the stone tablet, and she was suddenly stunned.

These are not her hands!

Before she could figure out what was happening, a screen of light with pictures and words flashed in her mind.

His head hurt like a knife, and his vision went black. Xin Yu screamed and held her head and fell into coma again.

Silence returned to the hillside.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Ye Zi hasn’t written a novel for more than a year. I originally wanted to continue writing ancient Chinese novels. I already had an outline for the beginning, but in the end I couldn’t get over my own imagination. I started with a chronological essay. I hope you all like it~~

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