"Ah!" Zhao Siyu had almost exhausted all his strength...
The harsh reality forced him to close his eyes.
He couldn't bear to watch Gu Tong die in front of him with his own eyes.
Maybe it was selfishness, maybe it was self-preservation, or maybe it was avoidance; he just couldn't take it anymore.
Tears streamed down Zhao Siyu's face, sobbing uncontrollably, unable to utter a word.
But...
Even though he was determined to avoid it, he still couldn't let things take their course.
Finally, he completely broke down, screaming, "Sister, don't die..."
...
'Whoosh--'
The moment Zhao Siyu's words dropped, a motorcycle came charging over the top of the fallen rocks.
The motorcycle soared into the air, as if floating in the sky, heading straight for the front of the black jeep.
"Ah!!!" Zhao Siyu instinctively covered his face, then heard a 'clang'.
Through the gaps between his fingers, Zhao Siyu dumbly watched as the motorcycle rolled down the glass.
