The scene of the explosion occupied her thoughts. She had already witnessed her mom's tragic death in the car accident. After spending so much time together, she had long treated Shen Lanzhi as her second mother. Were the heavens going to let her experience that helpless and dreadful pain again?
As she thought about it, tears silently slid down her face again, soaking the pillow.
The night was getting late, but she had no intention of falling asleep.
Lying in bed, she listened carefully to the wind and grass outside the window. It was three in the morning, but there was still no sound of a car engine.
No one would come back tonight, right.
The sky gradually brightened.
In winter, the day always came late. By the time the sky was completely bright, it was already seven in the morning.
Zuo Weiyi got up and changed into a fresh set of clothes. Then, she opened the door and prepared to go to the hospital.
