Chi Zaozao realized that she really had hit someone with her car. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed open the car door to get out.
Running to the front of the car, she saw that indeed there was a person lying under her car.
Chi Zaozao was genuinely shocked, her eyes widened in disbelief.
Once she came to her senses, she rushed forward to help the person up, urgently and worriedly asking, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"
In the car's headlights, Chi Zaozao noticed that she had hit a man, a man who appeared to be in his thirties.
In his hand was a walking aid, and as Chi Zaozao's gaze moved downward, she saw blood on the ground and knew for sure that he was injured.
But as she urgently asked him questions, she also noticed that the man was staring at her, his eyes unblinking, with a rigid expression.
In Chi Zaozao's view, he was just a stranger—they had never met before.
But in the man's eyes, this woman...
