Chapter 88: Chapter 85: Full of Him
The girl was truly frightened, and the woman beside her had her head slightly against the car window, her face already pale and cyanotic, eyes closed, not moving at all.
“What are you screaming for, do you want to die!?”
A young man in the car was instantly irritated by the shouting and started getting angry.
But the girl seemed not to hear him at all, she shakily reached out her hand to pull down Wen Xian’s scarf, wanting to check her breath, but when she saw her face clearly, her eyes widened in shock.
The girl was profoundly shocked that the woman who had been silent in the car was actually the big star Wen Xian—!
Stunned for a good few seconds, she quickly recovered and scrambled to pull out her remaining oxygen bottles, placing the mask over Wen Xian’s mouth and nose, calling out anxiously, “Wake up, wake up quickly, don’t sleep…”
The young man next to her saw someone had fainted; the already oppressive atmosphere in the car became instantly tense, kicking the driver’s seat in front of him in a burst of fury, he cursed explosively:
“Damn it, what kind of junk are you driving, do you want us to die here!?”
“Fuck your mother! Is this what I wanted? Arguing is useless now, if no one comes to rescue us, we’re all going to die here!”
The young driver, also full of youthful vigor, instantly became enraged and couldn’t help but retort, evidently lacking in leading experience, as the atmosphere inside the car suddenly became fraught with tension.
The two of them were about to come to blows inside the car.
A plump little fellow in the passenger seat hurriedly tried to break them up, “Stop fighting, stop fighting, the car is sinking even deeper!”
The scene was making the girl even more emotionally unstable, almost to the point of crying.
Someone had fainted, and instead of trying to save themselves in such a critical situation, they were fighting; did they want to die even faster?
Wen Xian, who initially had a trace of consciousness, was overwhelmed by their bickering; her head was buzzing so much, it felt like it would explode.
Feeling nauseated and struggling to breathe, she was in agony, never having felt more miserable, as if death was right in front of her.
At this moment, the image that surfaced in her mind was of him.
It was all about him…
Tears forced from the corners of Wen Xian’s pained eyes, a mix of pitiful and laughable complex emotions welled up in her heart.
On this journey, she must have been so lonely and helpless, so even on the brink of death, all she could think about was someone who had only been in her life for half a month.
She clenched her fist tightly.
The last bit of oxygen she had was about to run out, her discomfort far more severe than anyone else’s, and only she knew why.
She struggled vaguely, slowly opening her eyes.
It was unclear whether her vision was blurry, or if the world had turned chaotic, but she felt as if she saw a faint glimmer of light flickering through the dark colors.
Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, breathing was extremely weak; was she hallucinating?
She clenched her hand so tightly her nails were almost digging into her palm, forcing herself to stay rational.
When she looked out the car window again, the flickering light seemed to be getting closer and closer…!
Her ears were still buzzing with their quarreling and the slight shaking of the car as they fought.
The men’s cursing noise, the girl’s crying, everything was so bothersome that she could not stand it any longer.
Wen Xian let go of the oxygen bottle and suddenly opened the car door—