The wind felt like knives slicing across her face, and Mu Yan's heart was completely consumed by fear, only waiting for death to arrive.
"Bang," a loud crash resounded, and for a moment, the world seemed to quiet down.
Is she dead? Has she reached heaven or hell?
Her whole body was enveloped by a chill, is this the feeling of death?
It seemed... it seemed not as painful as imagined.
Then, the sound of a car came again, followed by a flurry of voices, all in Italian that she couldn't understand, from men, women, old and young, a cacophony of noise.
"Miss, are you okay?" A clear male voice came from beside her.
Mu Yan slowly opened her eyes, saw the shadows on the ground, and in an instant, felt the warmth of the sun, the sound of the wind gently blowing past her ears, and the salty taste entering her nostrils. It seemed she was still in this world.
