The world spun around wildly, and all the airbags in the car deployed, filling the cabin with their bulk.
Mu Shuoqian was trapped among them, warm fresh blood profusely streamed down his head, his body broken in numerous places with countless wounds, the pain spreading through his limbs and bones, nearly causing him to pass out.
People were knocking on the car windows, shouting loudly, lights were turned on all around, those lights painfully stabbing his eyes.
He seemed to see beams of white light rising from the heavens, the surrounding thick white fog resembling the legendary appearance of heaven.
He knew he wouldn’t live much longer, but he didn’t want to die , he hadn’t yet seen his child with his own eyes, he hadn’t yet loudly told her "I love you".
Yes, he couldn’t die, at least not before letting her know, he loved her, loved her to the marrow of his bones.
Mu Shuoqian moved his fingertips, the pain in his body causing him to break out in cold sweat, he struggled to reach the phone beneath the airbag, trying to unlock it with his fingerprint, but his hands were covered in blood, he had no choice but to slowly type in his password.
The screen finally lit up, it contained many, many words he wanted to tell her, but they were never sent, and instead remained as drafts.
The last message was from the night before last, he wrote: Qiqi, I’m eating pig trotter rice, I’ve eaten soybeans and greens,
Qiqi, the lavender has grown taller again, it’s about to bloom.
Qiqi, what are you doing, I’m thinking of you.
Qiqi, I dreamt of you last night.
Qiqi, I bought a ring, but unfortunately, I cannot give it to you.
He lifted the phone in front of him, his blood-stained fingers clumsily moving across the screen.
The car door was opened, people were moving the airbags, some were shouting loudly...
It’s noisy, too noisy, he just wanted to convey his feelings to her before he died, so do not disturb him.
Mu Shuoqian used up all his strength to type a line of text, he said: Qiqi, I love you, love our child, and I will take this love with me to heaven to ensure you live a safe life.
His breathing became difficult, his vision started to blur, he tried to press the send button, but his fingers no longer responded.
Someone moved the airbag behind him, and his body suddenly lurched backward from inertia, the phone slipping from his hands.
No, he couldn’t leave her without even a final word, he didn’t want to enter that world with regrets.
Mu Shuoqian stretched out his hand trying desperately to reach the phone, but he simply couldn’t, just a little bit more, just a little bit... why couldn’t he reach it?
For the first time, he felt so utterly useless and clumsy.
"Sir, sir, are you alright?" someone yelled loudly by his ear.
Ultimately, he was unable to convey his message.
His arm drooped, he lost consciousness, the blood-stained phone screen gradually dimming, everything followed and became silent.
A red sports car stopped at the scene of the accident, and a person jumped out from the car, rushing over frantically.
Tang Tianyou sprinted all the way, just about to reach North Bridge, but suddenly the road ahead was blocked, it seemed like two cars had collided, it was a serious accident.
Cursing, Tang Tianyou got out of the car, saw a passerby on a motorcycle stopping by the roadside to watch the commotion, he strode over, flipped the person off the bike, left a business card before mounting the motorcycle and sped away.
"Hey, stealing a bike, stealing a bike." The person hadn’t recovered from the shock, "Stealing a bike, stealing a bike."
The police, busy handling the accident, glanced at him and said: "Didn’t he leave you a business card? You can find him later."
The person then picked up the business card, saw the three words Tang Tianyou, and murmured: Tang Tianyou? Sounds familiar? Isn’t the casino king of Aus City also called Tang Tianyou?
Tang Tianyou rode the motorcycle speeding through the night, up ahead, he could make out the silhouette of North Bridge, the neon lights outlining the slender bridge.
Meanwhile, on North Bridge, Mike rolled down the window, speaking to the driver Billy, "Keep closer to the bridge body."
Billy veered the car slightly to the right, nearly grazing the railing on one side of the bridge as the car moved forward, sparking several times as it brushed against the bridge.
"What are you doing?" A middleman looked over deeply, Mike was handing a child through the window, the middleman grabbed Mike’s arm, his voice deepened, "What are you doing?"
"This child is a disaster if kept."