227: Better dead than alive! _3

Yan Shu couldn't remember how she had finally left the apartment.

She walked alone on the streets in the dead of night.

Like a wandering soul.

She didn't know where to go.

Zhou Beicheng didn't want her anymore, so where was her home?

After turning a corner, a beam of bright light shone over, and a shrill horn sounded.

Yan Shu squinted her eyes.

Suddenly, a terrifying thought arose in her mind.

Die.

Only by dying could she escape this pain.

With this thought, Yan Shu did not avoid the approaching car but instead ran to the right, spread her arms, closed her eyes, and awaited the impending car accident.

The driver, Uncle Zhao, hadn't expected someone to suddenly appear.

At that moment, his mind went blank, and in his panic, he even forgot how to brake.

Just then, Mu Qingli, who was in the back seat, suddenly stood up, leaned over, grabbed the steering wheel from Uncle Zhao's hands, and jerked it sharply to the left while pulling the handbrake with her other hand.