When the truck’s lights had shone into his eyes, everything else in front of him had gone dark, and his head had blanked. Then, the paragraph describing Xiao Yuanmu’s car accident had appeared in his mind. The author had written about it in a lot of detail from the time to the location. Details of how tragic the car crash had been were also included. Each word had helped construct the scenes that were then replayed in Song Xuanhe’s brain.
In those few seconds, he had suddenly thought of the Xiao Yuanmu he had seen just before he had forced the other to buy congee. That had been the last time he had seen the Xiao Yuanmu he had been familiar with. Suddenly, a question he had never thought of before had appeared in his mind: If he were given a second chance, would he have followed the plot again? NUdZ8H
No answer had come to mind. But, what had happened was that he had unconsciously yanked the steering wheel to the side.
The fact that they had avoided death was probably the best answer he could have come up with.