"Yinuo!" Across the street, the ring in John's hand fell with a "plop".
She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but the one being carried was definitely Yan Yinuo without a doubt.
John didn't care that the ring he had carefully chosen fell, and without a word, he ran towards the other side of the street.
He didn't notice at all that there was a red light on the sidewalk at this time, and cars were coming and going in the middle of the road incessantly.
Yan Yinuo raised her head along with the sound, just about to shout, when her pupils suddenly contracted.
John's body was hit by a car and was thrown high into the air.
"No..." Yan Yinuo's tears suddenly slipped from her eyes, her voice heart-wrenching.
The violent crash sound followed immediately.
Yan Yinuo's heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and in her panic, she even forgot to breathe.
"John... John..."
The name fell frequently from her lips, and Xu Zijin's face looked very unpleasant.
