"You don't have to say that. I know it," Jade said. She could understand.
At this time, a man rushed over to Myla, looked at her, and said with a trembling voice, "Myla..."
Myla raised her head. "Dad..." She cried and threw herself into the man's arms.
Jade stood up and looked at the scene in front of her. The painful memories from her childhood replayed in her mind.
Jade clearly remembered that when she was seven years old, her parents took her out one day. On their way, a truck rushed at them, but their car suddenly went out of control. Her father turned the steering wheel quickly and protected her mother and her who were sitting in the passenger seat.
The truck driver just glanced at them and ran away.
The car was likely to explode at any moment, and her mother picked her up and wanted to get out of the car, but one hand was stuck.