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The right rear wheel of the car was completely flattened, making it impossible to walk.

"Master, you know how to change your own body, right? It's going to rain soon! " An Yimo was very worried, and looked at the driver with a glimmer of hope.

The driver shook his head and sighed. "I might be able to exchange for it, but the problem is that Bei Tai went to make up for it yesterday. This time, there is nothing left to exchange for."

"Ah?" "Then what should we do?"

Before An Yimo could finish speaking, there was a flash in the sky. Suddenly, a "boom" sound of thunder rang out.

"Miss, I'm really sorry. You might have to get out of the car and take a taxi. I have to call someone to send the baby back, but it has to be a new birth. It will take me one or two hours. I'm afraid you won't be able to wait any longer either." The driver looked at An Yimo apologetically.

"Ah?" It's going to take that long? " An Yimo's face was filled with disappointment.

"That's right, Miss. I'm really sorry. How about I charge you half of the fare?" The driver looked at An Yimo apologetically.

An Yimo was helpless, she could only pay the driver and get off the car with her luggage.

The driver started to call for Lun Tai, who was sweating profusely. An Yimo waited on the side for a while, bored to death by the driver's sigh, seeing that there were no lights in front and behind him, and thinking that he had to wait for some time, he decided to drag his luggage and walk forward, while waiting for the car.

The night was getting darker and the thunder and lightning were becoming more frequent. It seemed that the rain was about to arrive.

An Yimo became anxious and took out the umbrella that Ye Huayun had given her before she left. As she walked, she thought to herself, under no circumstances do I have to get wet from the rain, otherwise, not only would people get wet, their luggage would also get wet.

As he thought of this, the bitterness in his heart became even stronger, and he quickened his pace.

After walking for around 10 minutes or so, a car finally arrived, but there were already guests. An Yimo was helpless, and could only continue walking.

Another loud clap of thunder could be heard, the road that was hot and dry began to drip with large drops of rain.

In the face of the torrential rain in the summer, it was extremely sultry. An Yimo felt that her entire back was drenched, so she quickly held up her umbrella to avoid the rain.

The big raindrops hit the umbrella above her head and it was loud. The umbrella was not that big, so it only covered half of the luggage and half of the luggage was exposed.

An Yimo was both angry and anxious. After thinking about it, she decided to change the luggage and hold it in her hand. She was extremely angry, thankful that the things inside the luggage were only clothes and they were not considered heavy.

After walking for a distance, she saw lights shining down from behind him. An Yimo was overjoyed, she quickly carried her luggage to the side of the road, bent her head, grabbed the umbrella with her neck, and waved to stop the carriage.

But the car roared past her and splashed her with rain.

An Yimo was flustered and exasperated, she turned to look, only to see that the car they were driving past was a black private car, it was not even a taxi.

She almost couldn't hold on any longer, so she put down the suitcase and held it in her hand. Just as she was about to grab the umbrella, a strong wind blew the already unstable umbrella away and she flew to the center of the trees on the opposite road.

High trees, purple umbrellas hung above them, desperately dripping with water.

The wind was so strong, yet after being drenched in the rain and the sweat from before, it caused An Yimo to shiver continuously from the cold.

An Yimo resigned herself to her fate as she stared at the umbrella in the distance. The storm was so big and wild that it kept hitting her body and An Yimo almost despaired.

Waves of wind brought with it rain, the road was not clear, and it was so dark that even cars passing by wouldn't be able to see her. Even if they saw her, they probably wouldn't want to stop.

The trunk was all wet, and his entire body was soaked. Rain was splashing everywhere, and even his mouth and ears were soaked.

He could not wait for the car and had no umbrella, so he could only drag his suitcase and walk on through the storm.

The wind was too strong and the rain was too heavy, causing An Yimo's eyes to blur. She walked very slowly, with great difficulty, and her eyes were extremely sore. After walking a few steps, she wiped her face with water, and it was unknown whether it was rain or tears, but her face was actually so wet.

An Yimo continued to walk forward, and there was another flash of lightning followed by the rumbling of thunder. It was unknown if it was because the wind was too strong, or because the water in the trunk had become too heavy, but she staggered and fell to the ground.

He propped himself up on his elbow and felt a burning pain.

An Yimo took a deep breath and threw the luggage to the side. Sitting on the ground, she raised his wrist and under the light of the dim yellow lamp, he saw that there was a piece of pink flesh on the elbow. Large amounts of blood flowed out and after being washed away by the rain, the red liquid was washed clean, and fresh blood immediately flowed out.

An Yimo covered her hands and tried to stand up, but it was unknown if her feet were crooked or if it was because she was too tired.

Enduring the pain in her arms and the pain in her legs, she forced herself to stabilize. She bent down to pick up her luggage and walked forward slowly.

There were circles of light in front of him. From the looks of it, it should be the lights of the city.

Since he could see the lights, he estimated that it would take him only thirty to forty minutes to reach a place with plenty of cars.

An Yimo took a deep breath, and only hoped that no one would dare to ride him in such a miserable state, no matter how downtown she was.

He dragged his tired body and suitcase forward.

However, the wind and rain were so heavy that her footsteps became slower and slower, more and more difficult. Time suddenly became abnormally slow, and her steps, on the other hand, became abnormally arduous.

The longer she walked, the colder the beating of the rain made her body feel. She almost lost all feeling, numb and cold, her head dizzy. After walking for a few more minutes, her feet suddenly slipped and she fell to the ground.

"Ah …"

Her previously injured elbow once again touched the ground, causing An Yimo to feel worse. She felt dizzy and dizzy, the pain was so great that she almost lost consciousness.

The suitcase fell to the side of the road, and when she looked back, she saw a long trail of blood where she had walked.

Was this the blood from her arm?

She carefully stared at her elbow for a long time before realising that there was a small black dot in the middle of the room. If one looked carefully, they would see that it was actually a small rock that had been stabbed into the flesh, no wonder there was a dull pain coming from there, no wonder so much blood had flowed out there. It seemed that her elbow had already become numb.

What should he do now?

There were no cars on the road, so there was no way to stop her unless she rushed stupidly into the road to intercept them. But the storm was too heavy, and if she rushed over, they might not be able to see her at all, and she might not even be left with a single piece of dregs …

As she thought about it, An Yimo could not help but shiver, suddenly, she felt for a hard object in his pocket, and thought resentfully, looks like she could only call the police and ask for help, if not she would lose too much blood and pass out on the way.

Why hadn't she thought of calling the police?

She took out her cell phone in frustration and realized that she was really dumb. That was because … her cell phone had been submerged in water!

No matter how hard she tried, or how hard she pressed the button, no matter which button she pressed, the phone would always be pitch black and not give her any face.

After being drenched in the rain for so long, his phone was already soaked. How could he turn it on?

An Yimo thought in grief. Now, it seemed that she was really done for.

Her attitude was cold and aloof, and what she thought was that if she fainted here, even if someone passed by, they wouldn't dare to save her, lest they cause trouble for themselves.

What should he do? What should he do?

No, he couldn't sit still and wait for death. Was he really going to die here?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly struggled to stand up.

His body felt weak and he staggered a few steps. After struggling for a while, he finally got up from the ground. His weak and sore body had no strength to carry his luggage anymore.

An Yimo pitifully squatted down again, opened his luggage, took out her wallet and used all her strength to hide the luggage in a hidden green belt on the side of the road.

She was afraid that her physical strength would be depleted even faster, so she had no choice but to give up her luggage, wait for the others to go back, and then deal with her wounds before coming back to find her. Even if she lost them, they were only a few pieces of clothing and some small items that were commonly used, so losing something was better than losing her life.

After hiding her luggage, An Yimo heaved a sigh of relief. She retreated in a hurry and almost fell down.

Ye Zichen lowered his head and was surprised to find that his ice-cold palm was actually so hot against his forehead, while the amount of blood on the ground was even more terrifying.

This was bad, the sultry feeling in front of the storm had caused her to break out in a cold sweat. Her clothes had long since been soaked through, and after the wind and rain, it was strange for her not to have a fever.

It seemed like she really needed to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, if she had a fever and was infected by the wound, the consequences would be dire.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to pull himself together and shakily walked forward.

However, the rain was getting colder and the wind was getting stronger. The road ahead seemed to be endless. Even the dim street lamps were getting dimmer and dimmer …

While walking, the swaying An Yimo suddenly fell down with a "boom …"

Ye Family manor, second floor.

Ye Tiancheng paced around in front of the large window, listening to the wind and rain outside that was getting increasingly stronger, accompanied by the sound of thunder and lightning.

It was so late and the rain was so heavy. Suddenly, a delicate figure appeared in his mind.

Had An Yimo even arrived?

What if she didn't get in the car on the way? Would it rain?

And where was she going tonight?

Ye Tiancheng understood her too much, she would definitely find a friend here, or maybe he would just find a small hotel to stay at.

But the question was, no matter where she went, had she arrived yet?