The impact of the car collision was tremendous. Song Guanchao only felt his brain was muddled, his eyelids heavy, with a strong urge to fall asleep.
His internal organs seemed to have shifted under the impact, and the feeling of nausea was intense.
Song Guanchao forced himself to stay awake, his vision filled with crimson red.
He reluctantly raised his arm, touched his forehead, and his palm was covered in blood.
"Hmm~"
A weak moan sounded from the side.
Song Guanchao turned his neck and saw Wu Yun bound by the seatbelt, tied to the seat.
Blood was streaming down her forehead, her eyelashes trembled, her eyes tightly closed, and she let out a weak moan.
Song Guanchao took a deep breath, gathered his spirits, and tried to push open the car door.
The car door was deformed from the collision, and several attempts were unsuccessful.
At this moment, he saw someone running over and pounding on the car window.
"Are you all right?"
A nearby driver had come to help them.
