The car bumped into a stone column, which marked the boundary of private land. The head of the car was arched inward, and the headlight on the left was broken.

The forceful and sonorous music was still on.

Tristan put his head on the steering wheel for a long time without moving.

After he didn't know how long, he heard police sirens.

It was dark in the night, and neither her cell phone nor the phone in the living room had ever rung. Kate was haunted by anxiety and bad ...