The handsome face no longer had the sunshine of the past, but was now filled with gloom, just like the dark clouds in the sky.
The ink-like eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes and glowed with a hint of red.
The heartache was unbearable, as if a knife had been cut open in the middle without mercy, and the blood was dripping.
But I can clearly hear the powerful heartbeat.
It was the first time I tried it, this kind of pain that penetrated my bones.
Han Shaoqi grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and slowly placed his other hand on his heart, where he was being held tightly, so tightly that it made him breathless.
There was clear anger in his eyes, with a hint of hatred.
Xiaoyao?
No, Huangfu Yao, how could you do this to me?
I don't believe that you approached me just to separate me from Ning Xiaotong.
I also don’t believe that your coquettishness, anger, and even the most obvious jealousy towards me are all fake.
I don't even believe that someone who is deeply in love and calls my name even in his sleep would joke with me in the most ridiculous way in the world.
Han Shaoqi slowly closed his eyes, trying to relieve the pain in his heart.
Suddenly there was a rapid honking of horns ahead.
Han Shaoqi opened his eyes, and in front of him was a biting white light, shaped like day.
Han Shaoqi's heart tightened, and he held the steering wheel and turned hard to the side.
But, it's still too late.
Only a loud noise was heard, and the two cars collided with each other. After a few seconds, due to inertia, they retreated in the direction from which they came.
There was a crisp crashing sound, and the glass, no matter how good the quality was, could not withstand the heavy force and cracked. In an instant, it shattered into countless fragments and exploded in all directions.
Even before he passed out, Han Shaoqi squinted his eyes and thought, it turns out that loving someone is so painful.
He could even vaguely understand how Huangfu Lin felt when he snatched Ning Xiaotong away.
It must be as heartbreaking as mine.
It's just that Huangfu Lin was luckier than him. He met Ning Xiaotong, who also loved him deeply, but the woman he met was no longer the woman wearing a cheongsam decorated with white lotus flowers.
The bright red blood slid down the graceful profile of his face. His head dropped and his consciousness slipped into darkness.
The Han family's men, who had been following Han Shaoqi's car dozens of meters away, saw the two cars in front of them colliding. They panicked and wanted to step forward to stop them, but it was already too late...
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Mr. Han was practicing calligraphy in his study when he suddenly felt uneasy, a strong uneasiness he had never felt before.
At this time, the phone rang suddenly. Mr. Han was startled and forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, "Hello?"
But when he heard his subordinate's next words, his figure froze, and his breathing stopped for a few seconds.
His subordinate Ah Hei said, "Old man, the young master had a car accident..."
At this moment, the old man felt a thunder blast from his ears, staggered and almost fell to the ground.
After finally steadying himself, he took a deep breath and slowly said, "Which hospital were you sent to?"
His voice, which he tried hard to control, still had a slight tremor.
"Yunfeng Hospital."
The old man forced himself to calm down, "Okay, I understand, I'll be right over."
He quickly went downstairs, tripped at the corner of the stairs and almost fell. Mr. Han's expression did not change, and his steps did not stop at all due to the movement of his feet.
"Uncle Li, bring me my coat and cane."
Father Han and Mother Han in the hall downstairs saw this and looked at each other. Father Han hurriedly stepped forward to support Mr. Han who almost fell, "Dad, why is this so urgent? You can't slow down."