Recalling all that happened in her past life, and the vicious look of that bastard who cut her face with a knife just before her death, Summer Shawcross couldn't help but clench her teeth.
This time, she wouldn't let them succeed, nor would she let them continue to live freely!
"Madam, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?" The driver, who was driving, accidentally caught a glimpse of Summer Shawcross's expression in the rearview mirror and was startled.
"I'm fine, just a bit stuffy." Summer regained her composure, shook her head, and opened the car window a little.
At this moment, Melanie Trueman's song had already finished playing, and another song by a male superstar was starting to play.
The moment the familiar melody sounded, Summer paused, and then regretfully sighed, expressing her sentiments.
"It's such a pity, the song is so well composed, yet he left so early."
