Before the dump truck, dust was thick in the air.
The always poised Yi Liu, in his meticulously chosen Versace shirt, was covered in dust.
His hair was a mess, his demeanor a far cry from his usual refinement.
Yi Liu stared straight at Su Yinxue and Yang Fei before him.
In his eyes, there was nothing but disbelief.
Just as he alternated between crying and laughing, Yang Fei and Su Yinxue appeared from behind the highway's green belt.
Their appearance scared the dump truck drivers witless, prompting them to turn tail and flee.
Su Yinxue's mood had already settled down a great deal.
She looked at Yi Liu indifferently.
"Seeing that you actually shed a tear for me, I won't hurt you," she said.
"Tell Feen Ziyan to wait. I won't let her off."
Having narrowly escaped death, Su Yinxue's mindset had greatly changed, no longer willing to tolerate certain things.
Yi Liu looked at Su Yinxue, dumbstruck.
He simply couldn't come to terms with Su Yinxue's brush with death.