The person in the car quickly got out, striding towards the woman, with a delicate woman following behind, "Jiang Yang, what should we do? Did we hit someone?"
Jiang Yang furrowed his brows, "The car didn't even touch her, stop talking nonsense."
"Then are we being scammed? Let's leave while no one's watching." The woman grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back to the car.
Jiang Yang stared at the woman on the ground, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He shook off the woman's hand, slowly squatted down, and removed the tea-colored sunglasses from the woman's face.
Jiang Yang gasped, staring at her without blinking. Her delicate and petite features were now dusty, with scratches on her face, making her look quite disheveled.
He wiped the dirt from her face, revealing that familiar visage, the face he could only touch in his dreams. His breath halted.
He never expected that the woman lying in front of him would be the girl he loved but couldn't have five years ago.
